After telling Peter and Chen Xing they could leave, Eric got into the Olsen Sisters' SUV.
Boom!
As if afraid he would change his mind, Mary floored the accelerator and sped off before he could even buckle his seatbelt.
"Ouch!"
Due to inertia, Eric's head directly hit something hard.
"What's the rush? At least let me get settled before you start the car."
Next to him was a bottle of red wine and a makeup box.
"Are these the gifts you prepared?"
"That's right. The red wine is for Jeanette, and that box of makeup is for little Elizabeth."
Eric nodded, saying nothing, just thinking that a 14-year-old girl really didn't need makeup. Youth was invincible; wasn't a face full of collagen more exquisite than makeup?
A few minutes after the car started, Ashley, in the passenger seat, suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed from between the seats to the back seat.
"What are you doing?" Eric and Mary asked simultaneously.
Ashley ignored them, pushing off with her feet and wrapping her arms around Eric, her red lips actively seeking a kiss.
"OMG! Is this why you made me drive? Ashley, you're too sly! Stop it!" Mary shouted, infuriated.
However, they had already entered the main road, surrounded by cars. No matter how angry or anxious she was, she couldn't stop.
If there was a traffic accident, with the Olsen Sisters serving one man, the gossip tabloids would surely give the entire nation an eye-opener.
"Ashley, stop it! No, you should stop your mouth. This isn't good." Eric pretended to refuse coyly.
After all, Mary was still there, so he had to appear passive and unwilling.
"See, I didn't make the first move. I'm just a poor man who couldn't resist temptation."
"Even if there's blame, I can only take about 10% of it."
But while shouting for her to stop, Eric's large hands didn't rest, gently caressing Ashley's body, occasionally pinching and prodding, causing the girl to gasp repeatedly.
"Mmm… you truly are a delicious little cake. I can't wait to devour you whole!" Ashley whispered in his ear.
Hearing this, Eric couldn't help but frown: "Why does it feel strange when you say that? It seems I'm the older one."
"Older, but timid! You're a coward!"
After a sarcastic remark, Ashley actively bit his neck, like a vampiress in heat.
"Hmm, while this feels good, you'd better take it easy. I don't want Jeanette and Elizabeth to see me covered in hickeys."
"And Ashley, have you been repressed for too long? I never realized you were such a flirt."
"Exactly, you're like a dirty, lewd woman right now, and you disgust me!" Mary chimed in, driving and adding insult to injury.
However, these words not only didn't hurt her but made Ashley even more passionate and excited.
Rip!
In the driver's seat, Mary observed everything through the rearview mirror, feeling both angry and anxious.
"Stop it! If you don't stop, I'm going to get serious, Ashley!"
But the more she threatened, the harder her sister ate.
Seeing that threats were useless, Mary, in a fit of pique, pressed the window button, and the rear window slid down instantly.
Whoosh!
Just then, a motorcycle passed by, and even through his helmet, Eric saw the rider's confused and shocked expression.
Hastily pressing the window back up, Eric angrily said: "What are you doing? Don't you see where we are? Your license plate is registered with reporters."
"If something really happened, passersby might not recognize who I am, but they'd definitely recognize who you two are. Are you trying to get yourselves killed?!"
Pop~~
Ashley suddenly lifted her head, and a strange popping sound echoed in the car.
Eric's originally serious criticism instantly vanished.
Soon after, the SUV pulled into the garage, and the three got out after tidying their clothes.
"Eric, you're finally here."
"Hi, Jeanette!"
After embracing the woman who might become his mother-in-law, Eric complimented her, saying, "You look younger and younger."
"Really? Hahahahaha."
Jeanette happily covered her mouth and laughed, then said seriously, "I've been doing Pilates. They say Pilates is more effective than yoga."
"Hahahaha, then keep exercising. Ashley and Mary still need your guidance and companionship."
Jeanette put on a disdainful expression: "Those two won't. Ashley and Mary have been very independent since childhood. Little Elizabeth is more dependent on me."
"She's too young to drive now, so I drive her to the set every day."
"Then do you need to pick her up?"
"It's okay, Elizabeth knew you were coming home and specifically told me to prepare a sumptuous dinner. She can carpool home with someone else."
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The door suddenly pushed open, and a vibrant figure burst in—it was Elizabeth Olsen, back from work.
"Hello there, little Elizabeth!" Seeing her, Eric greeted her with a smile.
"Eric!"
Shouting his name happily, Elizabeth's eyes instantly lit up. She dropped her backpack and ran over, leaping onto Eric like a kitten, swinging back and forth.
Since playing at Neverland Ranch, their relationship had progressed by leaps and bounds.
Gadot was accustomed to this intimate behavior, not taking it seriously. After all, who would care about a fourteen-year-old girl?
Look at that tender little face, that clearly undeveloped figure—she was the epitome of childishness.
Every bone in her body was cute; not an ounce of sensuality could be found.
Eric picked her up and spun her around, finally dropping her onto the sofa, where she giggled incessantly.
"Eric, it's great to see you. Mary said you promised to come ten days ago, why are you only showing up today?"
"Work, work makes a person involuntary!" Eric spread his hands helplessly.
"Really? You're the big boss, what could make you helpless? I don't believe it!" Elizabeth shook her head.
"Hehe, ordinary people have their ordinary helplessness, and big bosses also have their big boss helplessness. It's just that the difficulty of the things that bother us is different."
Elizabeth's big eyes widened in confusion: "What you're saying is too profound; I don't understand."
Pinching the collagen on her cheek: "If you don't understand, don't force yourself to think about it. You'll understand naturally when you grow up."
Rubbing against Eric's hand, Elizabeth Olsen obediently nodded: "Okay, then what have you been busy with lately? A new movie?"
"Yes, MGM is planning to start filming several TV series, but there are no suitable roles for you."
"New projects?" Ashley and Mary also looked over like sharks smelling blood.
"Don't look. They're not suitable for you either. They're political thrillers and horror genres. You two just finish filming blue is the warmest color, and I have plans for you later."
"Eric, what about me?" Elizabeth Olsen blinked her big eyes, launching an eye attack.
"a quiet place isn't finished yet, is it? You'll be on set for at least another 2 months, and besides, there's nothing suitable."
"Elizabeth, hurry and wash your hands. We're about to eat."
At this moment, Jeanette began clearing the table, carrying plates.
"Okay, Mom."
Eric stood up and followed behind Elizabeth: "I need to wash up too."
As the two entered the bathroom, Eric suddenly noticed a pair of underwear and a bra left on the washing machine.
He glanced at them and knew immediately they weren't Ashley's or Mary's; the size was wrong, a bit too large.
Although he had only been intimate with these two girls once, seeing them every day during filming meant their sizes were deeply imprinted in Eric's mind.
"Oh my, it couldn't be Jeanette, could it? That's an eyesore!"
Muttering to himself, Eric quickly lowered his head.
Seeing this, Elizabeth Olsen quickly tossed the underwear into the washing machine, explaining somewhat shyly, "Sorry, I usually wash them myself, but I was in too much of a hurry to get to the set today and forgot them here."
"It's nothing, I often forget things too."
"Really?"
"Of course not."
"You're mean!"
One man and four women sat around the dining table. Looking at the abundant spread, Eric was somewhat surprised: "Jeanette, did you make all of these?"
"Yes, I enjoy cooking."
"They smell really good. I can't wait to taste them."
"Hahahaha, you can eat it all. Our mother-daughter appetites aren't very big anyway."
"No, no, wait a minute, I have something to say." Little Elizabeth raised her hand.
Everyone's attention immediately focused on her.
Elizabeth Olsen cleared her throat a few times, trying hard to act like an adult, and raised her juice, saying, "First, let's congratulate Eric! Congratulations on the box office success of the purge! The movie took the top spot last week. I saw the report, 45 million dollars, even higher than the matrix reloaded!"
"Yeah!"
The three mother and daughter also raised their glasses. Eric laughed heartily, and everyone clinked their glasses together.
Elizabeth Olsen drank her juice and continued: "Then, the second thank you. I want to thank Eric for the role he gave me, which allowed me to appear on the big screen."
Clang!
Everyone's glasses clinked together again, and Elizabeth Olsen finally sat down, satisfied: "Okay, I've said everything I wanted to say. I hope a quiet place can also be a big hit like the purge."
"It definitely will. a quiet place is a relatively novel, high-concept horror film. Audiences have a fresh feeling, so they will naturally go to the cinema. I predict the box office will not be less than 100 million dollars," Eric said.
"Really?" Elizabeth Olsen exclaimed.
The little girl's beloved Spy Kids had a global box office of about 400 million dollars. If a quiet place could achieve 100 million dollars at the box office, then to hell with Spy Kids.
"Most likely accurate. This is the result of multiple predictions by our analyst team. Just wait, Elizabeth, after the movie is released, many film offers will come looking for you."
Hearing this, Elizabeth Olsen's big eyes immediately curved into crescent moons.
"What about us? What's the predicted box office for blue is the warmest color?" Ashley and Mary asked simultaneously.
These two sisters often synchronized perfectly, no wonder they both liked sleeping with Eric.
Eric shook his head: "Don't expect too much from an art film. Our main goal is to win awards. If we can win a few Oscars, it might reach sixty or seventy million at the box office."
"What if we don't?"
"If you don't, then there will be a big discount. Twenty to thirty million is the upper limit I've given."
"That little!" The two sisters instantly deflated.
Eric smiled: "Don't worry about the box office. I never intended to make money from this movie. Its real purpose is to help you sisters transition and shed the child star label."
"Removing this label will be very beneficial for your future development and also very good for Dual Star Entertainment's performance."
At this point, Eric suddenly realized he had been too busy lately and hadn't paid attention to Dual Star Entertainment's operating status for almost a month.
"How have Dual Star Entertainment's sales been recently?"
Ashley cut a small piece of chicken and put it in her mouth: "Very good, definitely more than last month. The data will be out in a few days, and I'll get you a report."
"Hmm, is the pink panther crossover product still the hottest?"
Mary excitedly said: "No, last month was pink panther, this month is the walking dead. Eric, you should go see the factory."
"Now half of the production lines are producing the walking dead merchandise, especially clothes, shoes, toys, and cosplay props. Sales are truly excellent."
"This month's sales should increase by 20%, maybe more."
"Didn't you just say you were going to make a few TV series? If we create another the walking dead, we'll make a fortune."
Looking at her excited expression, Eric thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "the walking dead is phenomenal and very unique. The zombie genre is destined to be universally appealing and can cater to the tastes of the masses."
"I'm telling you, let alone zombie clothes and shoes, MGM has already received royalties from big brands. Armani plans to launch a zombie-themed perfume."
"There are also zombie beer, zombie games, zombie comics—in short, zombies seem to go with everything."
"However, other TV shows won't work. Even if they're more popular than the walking dead, political thrillers, for example, are inherently not suitable for commercialization."
"It's too difficult to develop another commercially strong work like that. MGM is currently producing an animated film, frozen, but it won't be released for over a year."
"What about transformers? I saw the concept video, it's really cool!" Elizabeth Olsen asked.
Eric smiled and patted her little head: "That belongs to Hasbro. MGM owns the film and digital rights, but the manufacturing rights for toys and merchandise always belong to Hasbro."
"Hiss"
Just as he was speaking, Eric's expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively clamped his legs together.
"Eric, what's wrong?" Elizabeth Olsen, beside him, asked.
Feeling a foot moving at his base, Eric looked at the two sisters sitting across the table, both eating as if nothing was amiss. He couldn't tell who was playing tricks.
"Nothing, I burned myself."
"Then eat slower."
"Yes, eat slower, there's no rush." Mary said with a smile.
Eric glanced at Jeanette and unconsciously sped up his eating.
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