Chapter Fifty-two Invitation

  "Last night, at a charity dinner held at the Beverly Hills Hilton Hotel, Tom Cruise got into a verbal altercation with Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman. The incident started when Mr. Cruise publicly questioned whether Ryan Jenkins' work was ghostwritten. To prove his innocence, Ryan drew inspiration from an episode of 'On This Day in History' currently airing on Fox TV, based on the 1981 assassination attempt on President Reagan, and dictated a script on the spot..."

  Ryan slumped on the couch and changed the channel again, this was a daytime talk show.

  "Ryan Jenkins is a genius, but to what extent, nobody knows. The respectable Mr. Tom Cruise, with his fearless spirit of sacrifice, has let the whole nation witness the astonishing spectacle of how a super-genius writes a screenplay! At the same time, Mr. Cruise also performed a small clown comedy for everyone."

  The host pointed at some photos taken on the scene, talking fluently and uttering all sorts of sarcastic remarks, all directed at Tom Cruise.

  "Hey, is this for real? I heard that the latest computer technology can synthesize images?" His partner chimed in with a skeptical tone.

  "Alright. To shut your mouth like Ryan did to Tom Cruise, let's take a look at the scene captured on camera."

  Next, after editing, the scenes of the two men's verbal sparring in the rest room to Ryan's crazy performance appeared one by one on TV.

  "Dear, don't watch anymore, you still look quite unwell." Nicole took the remote control and turned off the TV directly.

  "My mind is a complete blank, I guess I overused my brain." Ryan gently rubbed his forehead, relieving the slight headache. Last night had indeed consumed too much energy, and he didn't want to go through this crazy scene again.

  But from now on, no one will dare to openly question him again. Just this morning, NBC TV specially took out a time slot and played the full video, and it's easy to imagine what kind of impact it will bring.

  Those tabloids that attacked him turned their guns around, and now they're presenting themselves as targets. How could they let it go? All sorts of attacks on Tom Cruise were launched, while Ryan was almost elevated to the heavens by them. These guys don't care who the star being trashed is or who the star being praised is, as long as they can get eyeballs.

  In just half a day, all sorts of chaotic views and voices jumped out, of course, the media seemed to have a tacit understanding, all unified their tone, criticizing Tom Cruise for not being human while subtly praising the boy.

  "I strongly suggest that Miss Nicole Kidman take Ryan Jenkins to have an IQ test, and I guarantee you will get a stunning number!" This is the call from a reporter who witnessed the scene last night in his column.

  Fortunately, it's not yet the internet age, otherwise who knows what would happen, especially with fans from both sides, they would definitely fight.

  Nikki gathered the newspapers scattered on the sofa, sat down, put her arms around Ryan's shoulders and gently rubbed his forehead. What this little guy did last night was really too crazy.

  Honestly, if Ryan hadn't held her back, she really wanted to give Tom Cruise two slaps, bullying a child in public, how dare he do that? Okay, Ryan's behavior was not like a kid at all.

  "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly.

  "It's much better, Nicole, your hands are like magic." Ryan picked up one of her hands and pressed it against his cheek.

  Although he said so, his eyes were slightly distracted, as if thinking about something. Nicole sighed, he really could get distracted at any moment.

  "Ryan, go back to your room and change clothes, Gerald and Whitney Houston should be arriving soon."

  "Alright." Ryan looked down at his home clothes and could only walk upstairs with a swing.

  Last night after returning, although extremely tired, but excited and unable to fall asleep, plus whenever he thought of that handsome face, he couldn't help but want to pour a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid on it.

  Of course, this is just a thought, he doesn't want to go to prison for several years.

  He absolutely won't let it go like this, yes! Now he has no confidence when facing Tom Cruise, but he has an advantage that nobody else has.

  In his past life, due to Nicole Kidman's relationship, he had almost seen all of Tom Cruise's works. The next few years were the key period for him to transition from a superstar to one of Hollywood's Four Kings.

  Ryan's plan is simple, to take away his works, "The Stormy Sea of Righteousness", "Sugar-coated Trap", "Night Visit Vampire", "Disc Spy", "Magnolia Flower" and so on, in this life destined to change a male lead!

  Don't think that without these movies he would be finished, sometimes it's true that the actor makes the role, but ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, it's the role that makes the actor. This is Hollywood, where no one is irreplaceable, not even Ryan Jenkins!

  "Territory of the Heart" and "Open Your Eyes Wide" are still yours! Actually, I'm very generous, aren't I? Ryan sneered with a smile.

  In fact, he was very clear that even without these films, as long as Tom Cruise still had box office appeal, he could still take on other films and didn't necessarily have to sink.

  But he has slandered his most important person, Ryan. If he doesn't avenge himself, he will definitely be tormented and unable to sleep at night.

  Looking at Gerald and Whitney Houston walking hand in hand, Ryan scratched his head, it was obvious that these two people must have reached some kind of agreement.

  With Nicole, they brought them and Jinsili to the living room. After the guests and hosts were seated, Gerald had his assistant hand a file bag to the boy.

  "Ryan, this is the script, I've already had someone tidy it up."

  Opening the file bag, Ryan quickly flipped through it once. The script was a printed version and he didn't miss any of the plot when he recounted it.

  "Thank you, Mr. Gerald."

  "It's like this," Gerald said, nodding towards Houston. "If I'm not mistaken, Rachel is the role you're after, Whitney?"

  "Yes." Ryan nodded, "Actually, I had this idea during the conception process, that we should have a real-life top singer play Rachel, and Miss Houston is the only one who fits the bill."

  "Can this script be handed over to Warner for operation?" Gerald was obviously a straightforward businessman, "Whitney's cooperation with us has always been pleasant."

  Collaboration? Ryan subtly curled his lip, who didn't know that Whitney Houston was now a singer under Sony Records.

  "Is there any difficulty? If so, feel free to mention it." The other party made it clear that they were not afraid of you having conditions, but rather that you had conditions and didn't say them.

  "Mr. Gerald, I think you've read the script." Seeing his nod, Ryan continued, "This script is not complete and was improvised by me, many plots need to be supplemented and modified, and besides, Rachel's songs, I need time to create them."

  "We can wait." Warner looked sincere.

  "This script can be worked with you." Ryan gave a verbal commitment, after all, this was originally Warner's thing. "The specific cooperation method and conditions will be discussed with you by Pete after I finish the script."

  "Alright..." Gerald could only nod his head and then said, "Also, I'd like to invite you to a recording test at Warner Records."

  "Let's just forget it."

  Seeing that the other party was about to speak, Ryan had no choice but to say, "I'm very sorry, I promised Hollywood Records. If you want to develop in music, they will be given priority consideration."

  Gerald said a few more words, and Ryan refused with the excuse of keeping his promise. Indeed, as he said, in this circle, reputation is very important, and being true to one's word is a virtue.

  In the following days, the villa was harassed by reporters, and even TV stations drove their broadcast trucks to the opposite side of the villa to scoop up news. Not only were he and Nicole annoyed, but even the maids who went out were surrounded and intercepted by paparazzi, hoping to dig up some exclusive news from them.

  Unfortunately, these people have all signed strict confidentiality agreements. If they don't want to pay a huge price, it's best for them to keep their mouths shut.

  Ryan didn't mind, he wouldn't feel bored even if he didn't go out for a month. Besides, the script of "The Bodyguard" needed to be revised and the songs had to be created. As for the songs in his previous life's movie, he only remembered "I Will Always Love You" and "I Have Nothing".

  As for the others, he didn't bother to recall them and decided to replace them with original ones. This can also be considered as a trial run for his songwriting. Anyway, with those two songs in place, the movie wouldn't have major problems.

  But this situation can't last for long, he could stay in but Nicole couldn't.

  There are also many newspapers, magazines and TV programs sending interview requests. The invitations received by Jin Silie have already piled up thickly.

  "Ryan, the best solution is to hold a joint interview or go on TV," suggested Jin Silie. "You can't stay silent forever, Tom Cruise is doing PR with all major media, we must make a counterattack."

  "Counterattack?" Ryan scratched his head, that video recording was ironclad evidence. Even if Tom Cruise had a hundred mouths to argue with, the despicable and low-quality evaluation couldn't be escaped.

  "Alright." Jin Silie sighed, "Even if you don't care, you should at least think about Nicole. She can't go anywhere now without being followed by a large group of paparazzi, which is seriously affecting her normal work."

  "Really?" Ryan put down his pen and finally lifted his head from the desk, "What's your good advice then?"

  Paulette Kinley apparently had this all planned out, handing over an invitation. "A new late-night talk show on NBC, don't worry, you won't have to go to New York, they have a studio in Burbank."

  Ryan took a glance and instantly broke out in cold sweat. The name of the show was actually "Face to Face"! It looked like it was from a certain TV station no matter how you looked at it.

  Recently, I've been having insomnia, with thoughts swirling in my head... is this a sign of being overly obsessed? Please collect and recommend!