The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

"No, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you recently." Lying on the sofa by the bedroom window, with a phone in her ear, Erica said to Lex Luthor who called her, but her eyes were still looking at the open book in her hand. Political Economy Books.

At the beginning of September, Erica officially entered her fourth year of undergraduate studies. In addition to ensuring the completion of double degree credits and graduation projects, the more important thing is to obtain the qualifications to enter the School of Business and the School of Art next year.

All in all, she has been too busy recently to have time for entertainment.

On the other side of the phone, Lex Luthor's tone was naturally not good, "But you do have time to meet that young Osborn."

"Listen, sir," Erica turned a page of the book with a calm expression, "my love life is in the dating stage. I can reasonably date different people, and I can stop any relationship at any time."

She and Luther hadn't met for a while, and apart from her busy schedule, the other party also had little free time. As 1992 approached, the US presidential election was about to begin.

And today's call obviously couldn't be more pleasant at the end, Lex hung up the call directly.

Erica didn't care much about this, and continued to concentrate on reading her professional book, and said to Harry Osborn who was sitting on the sofa, "I don't have time to date you either."

Harry looked at Erica, whose head was resting on his lap, with a flat expression, focused only on her economics book.

Hearing her voice, Harry didn't say anything, but touched Erica's side face and neck with his palm, then, he bent over and approached her, kissing her forcefully.

Erica is entangled in Harry Osborn's overpowering passion as he kisses too hard.

Until there was a knock on the door, and Peter Parker's brisk shout, "Rika, do you need some hot coffee?"

Erika pushed away Osborn, who was still nagging, and cleared her throat, "Thank you, I don't need it for now."

And when she looked at the blue-eyed man who disturbed her concentrating on reading, she was very rational and calm, "You can't stay with me anymore, but you should continue to talk to Peter, your topics that only geniuses can understand."

Harry Osborn was 'swept out', shutting Erica's bedroom door and looking at Peter Parker, who was standing in the corridor with two cups of coffee in his hand.

Peter smiled—— Regarding Rika's boyfriend, although he certainly supports his friend Harry more than Lex Luthor, even Harry, it's better to be more prudent and decent when getting along with Rika.

In the bedroom, Erica continued to read her professional books to prepare for her graduation project. In the first semester of the fourth year of undergraduate, she put all her focus on her studies, and even had to perform in the musical "Phantom of the Opera". Absent for many days.

And when the semester ended and the winter vacation ushered in, Hollywood's new year's awards season also kicked off, but Erica seemed to have started her accompanying career again——

"Thelma & Louise" was nominated for two leading actresses at the Golden Globe Awards, British Academy Film Awards and Oscars, but due to the "split votes" that would occur when nominations were nominated for the same award, Erica and Susan were both nominated. It is expected to win an award in the end.

At the beginning of 1992, when Lex Luthor successfully won the party's pre-election victory, Erica lost the Golden Globe again, and she didn't have much time to lose the award, so she needed to fly to London to attend the 45th British Academy Film Awards.

When her international flight landed at London's Heathrow Airport, the Intelligence Department of the River House [MI[-]] heard a voice from the military remote intercom, "'Blonde Beauty' has arrived in Britain and is about to head to the Ritz Hotel."

"Please pay attention to the whereabouts of the 'detective', Mr. M ordered, and strictly prevent the two sides from interacting." The intelligence agent replied.

In the evening, at the Ritz Hotel in London, Erica was wearing a loose bathrobe, and her makeup artist and hairstylist were handling her evening awards ceremony.

""Basic Instinct" will be officially released in North America on March [-]," Brian Lord, who is part of Erica's management team, said to her, "and has already been qualified for the opening film of the Cannes Film Festival. As one of the film producers and distributors, we intend to make "Instinct" the most eye-catching film in Cannes this year, and compete for the main competition unit."

"Basic Instinct" was shortlisted for the main competition unit, and at the same time, Erica, as the leading actress, was shortlisted for Best Actress in Cannes. Erica raised her eyebrows and said, "I hope I can have some good luck in the top three in Europe."

At the Cannes Film Festival to be held in mid-May, it is temporarily unknown how Erica's award luck will be, but at the British Academy Film Awards tonight, she failed to repeat the infinite good luck of the previous year and won an upset award , but ran with her again, and missed the Best Actress award.

It was already late at night when we got back to the Ritz Hotel. Erica had no classes scheduled for tomorrow, and there was no need to fly back to New York urgently.

The agent, Brian Lord, generously ordered a luxury suite for her. Before leaving, he explained, "I arranged room service for you, and a waiter will bring dinner later, or it should be a midnight snack."

Although it was already early morning, Erica hadn't eaten all night. In order to prevent photogenic swelling, she couldn't even drink more water.

In the luxury suite of the Ritz Hotel, where you need to pay thousands of pounds for one night, Erica let out a little tired breath, and when she was about to go into the bathroom to comb her long hair, she heard a knocking sound from the door, presumably Should be hotel room service.

She does feel a little hungry.

Erika placed her hand on the doorknob with little strength and twisted it. As the door opened, she immediately realized that this could never be her room service.

Outside the door stood a slender man with a pale face. His black suit was crisp and his shirt seemed to be one size smaller, revealing his tall and powerful physique.

And the face under the black curly hair was indifferent and unreasonable, gray-green eyes were staring at her, the voice was low and hoarse, and the tone was almost arrogant and sarcastic, "Sure enough, the intelligence is mediocre, almost stupid."

The ups and downs of the British man's public school standard voice were conveyed to Erica's ears. At the same time, there seemed to be a faint sound of footsteps in the distance of the classical corridor on this floor.

Then, a mature man wearing an elegant British three-piece suit appeared at the end of the corridor. He held a long-handled black umbrella in his hand, and his steps were calm and elegant, only slightly hurried.

And behind him is a group of military agents, approaching the door of the hotel suite where Erica is.

Erica frowned, facing the inexplicable scene in front of her, she was sleepy and hungry at the moment, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, "Whatthefuck?"