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Rebirth of a Hollywood Socialite.

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun. Translator: Doyenro (Fan Translate) Author: Zhuang Jiang Alternative universe (AU) She can produce the most terrifying horror films and also create the most profitable commercial films; she can turn artistic films into commercial successes and turn commercial films into artistic achievements. Future critiques of Laila all say that she is synonymous with the Hollywood miracle, one of the greatest directors of all time. She even unintentionally becomes the most skilled photographer and strategist. However, she knows that all of this comes from her biggest secret, which is—she has been reborn! T/N: * The Female Lead(MC) is very patriotic to her old country, so it may be annoying to some people. * The English gets better from chapter 65, the chapters 1 - 65 will be edited soon. * The actors' or actresses' characters may be different from reality. It is just an alternate universal fictional novel. * Alternate History * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop. * Original Chinese novel completed.

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Chapter 571 - No Experience

However, he still held back and regretted his impulsiveness. It seemed like he had scared her, why couldn't he control himself?

Thinking of what Janet had said to him before, "She rarely interacts with people, especially the opposite sex, you should be more understanding," he felt particularly frustrated.

"Sorry, Laila, I was impulsive just now." He dared not look into her eyes, afraid to see disgust and fear.

"Hurry up and open the car door for me." Laila, not in a good mood, punched his arm again.

Had she really "starved" her boyfriend? She couldn't help reflecting on herself. However, she wasn't naturally cheerful, especially when it came to matters of love.

Doing things before marriage that were supposed to be done after marriage wasn't uncommon in the East, and even more so in the more open West. This made her unsure of how to deal with more intimate contact between them. With a Western body and an Eastern soul, conservatism, and chastity had always been her principles.

So, before marriage, she pretended not to know about Roy's desires. Now it seemed she had gone too far. She decided to be more generous with him in the future.

Roy didn't know that her thoughts had shifted so much. Seeing that she wasn't angry about his impulsive actions, he finally released the stone that had been hanging in his heart. He was really worried that she would break up with him because of his actions just now.

"Really sorry, I just..." He got out of the car and caught up with her, wanting to explain again.

Laila's mind flashed back to the scene just now, and her cheeks turned pink. "Just now? What happened?"

"Huh?" Roy was stunned by the question, revealing a pleasantly surprised expression, grabbing her arm as she walked ahead. "Are you saying I can?"

Laila's eyebrows twitched twice. Who asks a girl like that? If she said no, would he abide by the rules? Moreover, she had to admit that the feeling just now was wonderful, an experience she had never had before. At that moment, her mind went blank, but now that she had calmed down, she felt like flying in the clouds, light and weightless, as if her entire being had lost its body, leaving only her soul floating in the sky.

She only realized why so many books and movies praised love. If the taste of love was like what she had just experienced, she couldn't resist its charming attraction.

Just now, Roy thought Laila, who was infatuated, looked beautiful, and Laila couldn't deny that the emotionally released Roy, with eyes misted with passion, was very attractive. She was inherently a visual creature, and under the seasoning named "love," she found herself strangely resistant to the captivating charm of Roy's varied demeanor.

The reason she called for a pause at a critical moment was that the large hand about to slip into her innerwear was too scorching. Otherwise, she might truly have become immersed in that kiss and unable to extricate herself.

"You guess?" Laila recalled what happened just now, and her face blushed. She didn't want to reveal her true thoughts and make him proud.

"...," Roy followed her, grabbing her hand in silence. How could he guess a girl's mind? "How do you want me to guess? I have no experience before."

"You have no experience?" Laila directly retorted with disbelief. "Do you forget how you talked to me when we first met?"

Roy's mouth twitched, turning his head away. "That happened so long ago; I've forgotten."

"Do you think I'll believe that?" Laila sneered, "It doesn't matter if you forget. I'm happy to remind you. You were very skillful in asking me if I wanted to spend a night with you. As long as there was money, I had no problem doing anything."

"I was just saying!" Roy felt like he had lost face for a lifetime at that moment. That was truly an unforgettable dark history. He would never tell her that the reason he was so skilled was entirely due to experience gained through practice. However, there was no spring night, just a few sleeping pills.

At that time, he had nothing, and if he wanted to eat, he had to make money. But which place would hire a street thug like him? So occasionally, some older women liked his face and wanted some special services, and he would be very cooperative. Then, he would design to have the person drink a drink with drugs in it, wait for them to fall asleep, and take some money from their wallets.

He wasn't greedy, only taking a small part of the cash in their wallets each time. This way, the person who lost the money wouldn't find out, and some people wouldn't even realize their money was missing. This was why he could stay safe all the time; otherwise, he would have been caught long ago.

These things were unspeakable. Roy had decided to seal all these memories deep down. Maybe he would write them in his autobiography in a few decades, but for now, it was better to stay quietly in a corner.

"Is it really just talk?" Laila looked at him skeptically, still not believing it.

"It's absolutely true. You're my first girlfriend, and I can swear to God!" He raised his hand as he spoke.

Even if she didn't trust swearing or not swearing, she didn't want him to swear for such a trivial matter. After patting his hand down, she simply held it. "Alright, I believe you, is that okay?"

She didn't realize how big her smile had become at this moment. Hearing that she was his first girlfriend made her even happier than getting a billion at the box office.

Well, look at how well-behaved he is; occasionally, she could give him some benefits.

Laila decided with a smile in her heart.

Unfortunately, Roy didn't know, and for now, he had no chance to know because the next day he took on the script for "Cold Mountain" and entered the crew, going to other places to shoot movies.

Laila left alone, immersed herself in the filming of the movie again.

Time passed quickly. When October arrived, "Iron Man" announced the completion of filming and officially entered post-production. During this period, Downey couldn't run around; everyone else could take a break. He had to go to the special effects company to continue with the relevant motion capture work.

This process took a long time, and it was hard to complete in just a few months. The original version in her memory seemed to have taken a full eight months to complete post-production. Laila, because she was shooting and doing post-production at the same time, greatly compressed the time. In this way, there should be no problem with the film's release in the summer of next year.

Next summer's competition would still be fierce. Laila remembered films such as "The Matrix" sequel, "Finding Nemo," and "Bruce Almighty" being released. However, she believed that, with "Iron Man" overwhelming everything, those would just become stepping stones for her to ascend to the queen of commercial films!