Chapter 338: Movies Don't Care for History

After Leon Panetta finished talking with Arthur, he left the hotel. Arthur used this opportunity to express his dissatisfaction with the MPAA to the White House.

However, the Clintons were indeed ruthless. The plaintiffs, lawyers, and government officials showed no mercy.

When Arthur found Sophie Marceau, she didn't look too well. "Did someone offend you?" he asked.

Sophie Marceau shook her head. "My assistant just notified me that I need to go to the Braveheart production team for rehearsals as soon as possible. A trophy role, I really don't know what needs preparing?" she added, rather exasperated.

Arthur, knowing Sophie Marceau for several years, understood her temperament well. She didn't care for Hollywood flattery.

Sophie Marceau was blunt, a classic example of a gentle exterior hiding inner strength. "In the entertainment industry, maintaining certain relationships takes time. You shouldn't be shooting Braveheart for too long either. If you put some effort into your appearance, it will look better on screen," Arthur advised.

Sophie Marceau smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not new to the entertainment world. I understand these things. It's just that Hollywood always treats me like a trophy. It's a bit hard to adapt."

Why did Sophie Marceau take on those wild projects in France? Because she didn't want to be stuck as a pure-hearted goddess just doing romance on screen.

"Alright, let's go, let's head back," Arthur put his arm around her waist.

"Hi, Mr. Smith, good evening!" somebody greeted.

"Good evening," Arthur replied, then introduced the person to Sophie. "This is Mr. Bill Mechanic, the new president of 20th Century Fox."

"Mr. Mechanic, good evening!" Sophie Marceau shook hands with him.

"You are stunning, Sophie," Bill Mechanic, who had just taken over from Joe Roth who moved to Disney, complimented her.

"Thank you..."

Bill Mechanic glanced at Arthur, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, there's a lot going on lately," Arthur smiled. "Just call me Arthur."

"Alright, see you later, Arthur."

Leaving the Four Seasons Hotel Beverly Hills, Arthur and Sophie Marceau headed straight back to Brentwood.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Leon Panetta went to the Los Angeles residence of California Senator Dianne Feinstein after leaving the Four Seasons Hotel.

"What's wrong? Didn't have a good conversation with Arthur Smith?" Dianne Feinstein asked, noting Leon Panetta's expression.

"Well, it was alright," Leon Panetta said with a bitter smile. "But it's mainly about the President. It seems like Independent Counsel Ken Starr wants to reopen the investigation into the Whitewater case!"

Dianne Feinstein frowned. "That's what happens when you pick the best out of a group of midgets. No wonder Arthur doesn't think much of him. Trying to be a puppet for the Jews? Remind our President to take a breather. That's the Independent Counsel we're talking about, not a minor character. Don't underestimate the capital power Arthur Smith represents.

Just look, Jewish capital forces in Southern California can't make any waves in front of Arthur now. Galaxy's focus seems to be shifting towards television, and he's entering the sports market to deepen his influence in Los Angeles."

Leon Panetta nodded, "We will meet his demands."

They had to. Galaxy's films were already very influential. Now, Arthur was developing the Los Angeles Clippers, moving into sports.

When that happens, it will be even harder to influence voters in the Los Angeles area.

"California's democratization and making Hollywood a stronghold for the Democratic Party. For all this, we can't do without Arthur Smith's support," Dianne Feinstein said, looking at Leon Panetta.

"Arthur is a pure self-made man. He's the embodiment of the American Dream. Young, handsome, and talented in the eyes of ordinary Americans, his prestige and influence are unparalleled.

His importance doesn't need my explanation."

Whether Democrat or Republican, many use Arthur Smith to inspire young people.

Arthur Smith's identity is the best proof of the American Dream, and it has profound significance.

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At the Brentwood community, in Sophie Marceau's villa bedroom, Arthur, after showering, came in and was handed a script by Sophie.

"Braveheart?" Arthur smiled upon seeing the title.

Sophie Marceau pouted, "Take a look. Even though I'm not a historian, this story is just too historically inaccurate!"

Sophie Marceau was playing the French Princess Isabella, who, in the script, was the wife of England's Prince Edward II and had a romance with William Wallace.

Not only that, Isabella was even pregnant with Wallace's child, implying the next King of England was the son of the Scottish Wallace.

"This... movies aren't history," Arthur couldn't help laughing. It was indeed rather ridiculous!

"In reality, by the time Princess Isabella married into England, William Wallace had been dead for three years!"

Though Sophie Marceau didn't care much for English history, as a Frenchwoman, such absurdity was a bit irksome.

"Who cares?" Arthur pulled Sophie Marceau into his lap, setting the script aside. "When the movie comes out next year, it's the British royal family that will be the butt of the joke."

As he spoke, Arthur reached into Sophie Marceau's sexy nightgown, caressing her softness, and kissed her lips.

Responding to his kiss, Sophie Marceau took off her nightgown, revealing her perfect body in Arthur's embrace.

"So soft," Arthur murmured, lying down with her, his interest quickly rising.

"I came over just to see you; I can't stay away from you," Sophie Marceau felt Arthur's strong hormonal presence, and immediately opened his bathrobe.

"Hey, I can't stay away from you either," Arthur began his advances. "Next time, when we have time, let's bring Christiana over too!"

"Alright, as you wish," Sophie Marceau tightly embraced the man on her, initiating a passionate kiss.

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