Chapter 210: Sitting on the Floor

The Emmy Awards ceremony had nothing to do with Scarlett Johansson. She hadn't guest-starred in any series, nor was she a presenter.

Moreover, Scarlett was underage. Not only did she not meet the 21-year-old age requirement for drinking, she wasn't even 18 yet.

However, Scarlett was still present at tonight's party, Jeff Robinov's party.

The reason was simple: she was currently at an awkward age, not old enough to play adult roles, and not young enough to continue playing child roles.

This transitional period could be long or short. Some actors found their way after two or three years of wandering, while others struggled for ten years without a clear direction. Even more actors disappeared completely.

In Hollywood, almost every child star had to face this transitional period. Repositioning themselves, choosing roles and projects, and continuing their careers was undoubtedly an unknown path.

With the slightest misstep, a child star's future could be a disaster. Macaulay Culkin, Shirley Temple, Edward Furlong, and others were all cautionary tales, and no one wanted to repeat their mistakes.

Therefore, Scarlett's agent had her attend the party, hoping to open up new opportunities. Even though they weren't sure what the next step was, only by exploring more opportunities could they have the right to choose.

Tonight, Ryan Gosling was also here.

Like Scarlett, Ryan was also a former child star.

Ryan, along with Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and others, were all singers from the Disney Channel's "Mickey Mouse Club," but they later chose different paths.

Unlike his peers, Ryan chose to become an actor, embarking on the path of independent art films. He was now facing the crossroads of transformation after adulthood, pondering how to break free from limitations without losing control.

Scarlett understood the reasoning, but immersed in the bizarre party, standing in the bustling crowd, she couldn't help but feel lost:

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Scarlett was懵懵懂懂地 coming into contact with the adult world, but still had a series of questions:

These people were holding glasses of champagne they would never drink, their palms gradually warming the glasses, standing there flattering each other, saying insincere words. And then what?

She followed her agent, meeting a series of different faces, and finally stopped to have an in-depth conversation with a producer. Scarlett was left standing there, watching the two of them exchanging glances over their drinks. Scarlett tactfully excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving them some private space.

And she, the third wheel, wandered through the crowd.

Scarlett had an idea. Compared to people, she was more curious about this house. Opening different doors might reveal another world behind them.

Creak.

On the sofa, two fairies were... fighting, very intensely.

Scarlett hadn't expected this scene at all, and she couldn't help but freeze for a moment. Then the woman looked up, a bold smile on her lips. Not only did she not mind, but she also licked her lips with a big grin, raising her chin and looking towards Scarlett.

Their eyes met.

Scarlett was startled by her directness and quickly closed the door. Through the door, she could hear unrestrained laughter from inside.

Scarlett was stunned. Was that woman just now Angelina Jolie? Wait, was that man Billy Bob Thornton?

But... 

Wasn't Billy Bob Thornton dating Laura Dern? She even remembered reading reports about their engagement.

So, what was going on?

Chewing as she walked, Scarlett's footsteps wandered down the corridor. She saw another dark wooden door and subconsciously pushed it open.

Creak.

She opened the door and peeked inside, only to see a figure moving:

Oh, no!

Scarlett didn't have time to take a closer look. The scene she had just witnessed was deeply imprinted in her mind. She blurted out "Sorry" and reflexively closed the door.

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding.

Why hadn't she learned her lesson? How could the same thing happen twice in a row?

But wait, something didn't seem right.

Scarlett thought carefully. There seemed to be only one person behind this door, and that face looked somewhat familiar. As if possessed, she knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

The action was completed before her brain could catch up, and it was too late for regrets. She never expected a deep voice to come from inside, and even through the door, she could almost feel the slight upward curve of his lips.

Filled with curiosity and confusion, Scarlett pushed the door open again.

At first glance, Scarlett saw a pair of azure blue eyes, pure and flawless, so clear yet so deep. He was dressed in a shirt and trousers, his suit jacket casually draped nearby, his tie loosened. He sat on the floor, his clothes neat and tidy, yet exuding a fatal allure.

The creamy yellow light spilled across the floor, highlighting his jade-like face. He sat on the ground like a teddy bear, surrounded by all sorts of books. His leather shoes were tossed aside, his casual and unrestrained temperament lending an air of elegance even to the mess around him.

The room was filled with the fragrance of books.

The sands of time seemed to have stopped in this room, oblivious to their passage. All light and color seemed to fade in comparison.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

There was no one else, only him. The mess on the floor was just her own wild imagination. So what kind of scene had she been picturing in her head just now?

For a moment, Scarlett was frozen in place.

Anson, sitting on the floor, looked at the youthful face cautiously peeking in, her eyes filled with curiosity, her expression full of surprise.

Her lively expression was frozen in that instant, with a hint of mischief.

Anson was also very surprised to meet Scarlett in this setting.

"Hello."

Anson looked up and greeted her first.

Scarlett finally came to her senses. She watched the man in front of her raise his head and look at her. Even though she was standing higher, physically in a dominant position, she felt enveloped by his gaze, her heart racing. Then, without realizing it, she swallowed.

It was like this last time.

And it was the same this time.

Scarlett used the door to shield herself. "...You're that reporter?"

As soon as she said it, Scarlett regretted it. What reporter? She knew he wasn't a reporter. After all, Hollywood had been buzzing with news about him in recent months, and tonight he was the focus of everyone's discussion at the party.

He definitely didn't know that when she first saw his photo in "GQ," she had choked on her saliva and almost coughed up her lunch.

A smile crept onto Anson's lips, his eyes reflecting Scarlett's face. "Yes, Princess Anne."

Scarlett's heart leaped with joy: He actually remembered too.

This made Scarlett a little bolder, but her mind was still a mess, and she didn't know what she was saying. "I'm here to... uh... find Angelina Jolie. Do you know where she is?"

Angelina Jolie: ???

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