Chapter 411

The charity auction ended quickly. Charles Capet watched Rupert Murdoch leave and wondered quietly if the old man had something up his sleeve.

News Corporation held Fox News Channel and the Wall Street Journal, making it a formidable media force in the United States at the time.

"What's up? The party's started," Ivanka handed Charles a glass of wine. "Why did Mr. Murdoch leave suddenly?"

"Heh, he's seventy or eighty years old. How can he always have the energy to attend these parties?" Charles took a sip of the wine, smiling.

"By the way, I made a cameo in Gossip Girl Season 2 a few days ago. Filming TV shows can be quite fun," said Ivanka, who was a real-life Upper East Side socialite, much like the characters in Gossip Girl.

"Really? Was your high school life really like that?" Charles asked curiously. He had gone to a public high school, which couldn't compare to the private elite schools of the Upper East Side.

Ivanka nodded. "Close enough, but the show exaggerates a lot. Some rich kids are quite low-key. But yeah, luxuries and alcohol parties were definitely daily staples!"

"Wait, is that Julia Roberts?" Ivanka suddenly looked up and saw Julia Roberts standing nearby.

Charles looked over as well. "It's indeed her. Seems like the Hollywood sweetheart's charm still holds!"

Soon, Ivanka dragged Charles over to Julia Roberts.

"Julia, you're so beautiful!" Ivanka, a fan of Julia Roberts, hugged the Hollywood star warmly.

"Good evening!" Julia Roberts responded enthusiastically, greeting Charles as well.

"Good evening," Charles said, curious about the highest-grossing actress from the 90s to the early 2000s.

"Mr. Capet, good evening," a young girl beside Julia Roberts greeted with a smile.

"Oh, Charles, this is Emma Roberts, my niece, and she's an actress too," Julia Roberts introduced.

Charles shook hands with Emma Roberts and smiled, "Good evening to you too!"

Emma, only 17 years old at the time, had grown up under Julia Roberts' wing and started her acting career as a child star, facing no setbacks in her career.

"Emma, you've acted in quite a few movies, right?"

Julia Roberts smiled. "She has quite a bit of experience. A campus youth comedy Wild Child just came out!"

As a Hollywood second-generation star under Julia Roberts' watchful eye, Emma Roberts didn't lack resources.

However, Charles had heard of Emma's wild nature and temper, no wonder she would later domestically assault a boyfriend who was much larger than her. Emma was not even 5'3"!

Ivanka, a fan of Julia Roberts, naturally chatted with her idol. As for Charles, he wasn't very interested in this.

He went to the lounge to take a break and have a glass of champagne.

"Mr. Capet, was that lady Ivanka your girlfriend?"

Emma Roberts appeared at the lounge, looking for Charles.

"Oh, what do you think?" Charles, surprised, took a sip of champagne. Isn't Emma supposed to be at the premieres and star-studded parties with her aunt?

"She has a great figure," Emma shrugged. "Much better than mine, at least!"

"You're still young. You'll grow up," Charles smiled. Emma had been protected too well under Julia Roberts' care.

"Mr. Capet, have you seen my performances?" Emma asked. Raised by Julia Roberts, she was well aware of Hollywood's workings.

Charles Capet was practically a king in Hollywood at that time, having his support would greatly boost anyone's career.

Charles shook his head. "I haven't really watched. Why?"

Emma shook her head, "Just a pity, I hoped to gain your guidance and opinions!"

"My guidance?" Charles laughed. "Julia's an Oscar-winning actress, renowned for her acting skills. I don't act."

"But your movies not only win Oscars but also make big bucks," Emma stretched a finger out. "Reese Witherspoon and Marion Cotillard both won the Best Actress Oscar after starring in your movies!"

Seeing Ivanka approaching, Charles stood up, ruffling Emma's hair. "That was their hard work. If you want the Best Actress Oscar, you'll need to work hard too.

Haha, gotta go now, bye!"

After Charles and Ivanka left, Emma went back to her aunt's side.

"What's wrong? Weren't you chatting happily with Mr. Capet?" Julia Roberts noticed her niece seemed a bit upset.

"Sigh, Mr. Capet treated me like a seven-year-old kid, not a 17-year-old!" Emma pouted. She had already dated boys, how could she still be considered a kid?

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