Chapter 215

Cannes, Cap Hotel, Sophie Marceau stood by the window, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Charles, are you talking about last year's release, the movie I starred in, The Art of Breaking Up?"

Charles nodded with a smile, "The story was pretty good, combining Hitchcock-like suspense with action, romance, and thriller elements."

"Oh, what did you think of that movie?" Sophie Marceau became interested and walked over to sit next to Charles on the sofa.

Charles shook his head, "The plot was good. The director used the New Wave style, blending a lot of suspense and action into the love story. The storyline developed following the thriller mode and revealed the mystery at the last moment.

But The Art of Breaking Up lacked sufficient detail build-up before the mystery was revealed, making it surprising just for the sake of surprise, and the plot twists were too abrupt.

It can be said that the director's technique was not mature enough, a bit too inexperienced."

Sophie Marceau was a bit surprised and replied with a smile, "This The Art of Breaking Up was the first feature film directed and written by Jerome Salle. Are you thinking of remaking it?"

Since Charles mentioned this script, Sophie Marceau guessed Hollywood wanted to remake it.

Charles nodded, "Just an idea, no concrete plans yet."

In the future, Hollywood would remake The Art of Breaking Up into The Tourist, starring Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie.

Sony had given a $100 million budget and assembled a strong cast for The Tourist, but it turned out to be a disaster and was called a trashy flop.

Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie's performances were lacking, the plot changes were messy, and the investment was too high.

However, the script was good, and Charles hadn't decided whether to develop it.

"Are you planning a remake? I can help you make some connections," said Sophie Marceau, who was a big name in the French film industry. Buying a script was a small matter.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the time to produce it. I'll notify James Tunan, who is in charge of Capet International Pictures' European business, to buy the script first!"

James Tunan was the head of Capet International Pictures' UK branch and now mainly handled Capet Pictures' European business.

"Alright, contact me if you need anything," Sophie Marceau said as she got up and gazed out of the window at the Mediterranean Sea.

With the sea breeze blowing, Sophie Marceau's sexy dress fluttered, and her hair danced lightly.

Charles took a look, walked over, and hugged the French Kiss star from behind, slipping his hands under her dress.

Sophie Marceau let out a soft moan and slightly turned her head. Charles kissed her directly.

Following, Sophie Marceau turned around, wrapped her arms around Charles' neck, and passionately responded, with her dress slipping off her shoulders.

"Charles, tonight I'm yours!" The French rose smiled at Charles with a seductive glance.

Charles picked her up and moved to the bedroom, pressing her down and kissing her chest.

The passionate Sophie Marceau flipped over, pinning Charles beneath her. She whispered in his ear, "When did you start having this thought?"

While asking, she unbuttoned Charles' suit and shirt.

"Probably since childhood, getting stunned by Braveheart," Charles responded, assisting Sophie Marceau in removing his pants.

After getting undressed, Sophie Marceau proactively gave a fragrant kiss. The passion of a French woman was indeed irresistible.

After a while, Sophie Marceau rode on Charles' waist wildly, "Charles, I want to feel heaven."

"Tonight, as you wish!" Charles smiled, feeling spiritually satisfied for a moment.

The night in Cannes was not peaceful, with many men and women probably in hotel rooms, just like Charles and Sophie Marceau.

...

Meanwhile, in another hotel, the Italian Goddess Monica Bellucci sat alone in her room.

Her husband Vincent Cassel was meeting with a Focus Features producer to discuss David Cronenberg's thriller Eastern Promises about the Russian mafia's human trafficking.

Monica Bellucci, leaning on the sofa and sipping red wine, felt uneasy about her husband Vincent Cassel's rumored infidelity.

Although they had a daughter two years ago, it did not keep Vincent Cassel's heart.

...

The next day, after a passionate night with the French Goddess Sophie Marceau, Charles felt physically and mentally refreshed. 

Sophie Marceau reminded Charles, "Be careful of the paparazzi!"

"Don't worry, no reporters are allowed near here," Charles explained while caressing her, "Besides, we were just discussing your film!"

"You know, I am currently filming Lost Sight in Deauville and need to head back today," Sophie Marceau explained, lying on her side.

"Not attending the closing ceremony?" Charles asked in surprise.

Sophie Marceau shook her head, "There are still three days until the closing ceremony. My crew needs to get to work, and we can't waste the investor's money."

"Do French people even care about that?" Charles joked.

Sophie Marceau got up and started preparing to take a bath, "I also need to take care of my job, right?"

"Hold on," Charles sat up and pulled her onto his lap.

"Charles, not satisfied yet?" Sophie Marceau wondered if Charles was really that impressive.

"What are you thinking?" Charles lightly tapped her chest, "You're filming in Deauville?"

Sophie Marceau nodded, causing Charles to brighten up as he explained, "I plan to go on vacation in Deauville after the festival!"

"Really?" Sophie Marceau was suspicious, "Can't bear to be apart from me?"

"Seriously, my companion is Eva Green, and she's already in Deauville!" Charles admitted, as French women didn't mind these things much.

"No wonder you don't have a female companion," Sophie Marceau said as she stood up.

"When you're in Deauville, come see me if you get the chance!" Sophie Marceau liked Charles' young physique. Wealthy, talented, and handsome, who wouldn't like that?

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