America 1982-Chapter 636 - 145: Premiere_2

"I don’t know how to critique this movie. I can only say Stephen’s seat arrangement was comfortable enough to sleep in. Thirty minutes in and it could easily lull someone to sleep," Tommy said, clinking glasses with the other person.

Sandra Block leaned against the railing of the terrace, her back to the glittering Hollywood Walk of Fame, and looked at Tommy with a light smile, "How was my performance? After all, I am the one you chose from that pile of actor application forms."

Tommy recalled the scenes he had watched, then nodded, "Of course, you played Zoey, very pretty. Shrew, right? There was a scene where you carried your mother on the street, showing your bare butt to a homeless man together with your classmates, providing him with humanitarian care. Even though there were no detailed shots, just by looking at the clothes and the color of the belly, one could tell that the scene must have been beautiful, stirring the imagination."

"Go to hell, Tommy Hawk. It was my character’s classmate who showed her butt to the homeless man, not me," Sandra Block said, rolling her eyes in exasperation at Tommy’s comment.

Tommy shook his head regretfully, "Really? That’s too bad. Is she here tonight? Or do you have her contact information?"

"Can’t you just earn an extra second of respect from people, Tommy? I came over to say that no matter what the motive was, the donation you made to the SHP foundation was touching. I really like SHP’s approach to mutual healing for people and pets, so I specifically asked Miss Susan about it. She said it was all... your idea, unbelievable. Associating what you just said with the SHP foundation makes one wonder how to perceive you, but it doesn’t matter. I never saw you as a person anyway. Following SHP’s advice, I adopted a dog and named it Tommy," Sandra said.

Tommy’s expression turned odd, "You... adopted a dog and named it Tommy?"

"Zoey called me to say she’s sorry she couldn’t make it over. She’s in Germany, working for you." Sandra Block leaned in a bit closer, scrutinizing Tommy with a hint of melancholy, "My father, he spends most of his time in Europe. When he does come back to the States, he stays in Washington. I hear he’s busy with some club work and had a hand in the newspaper business when Murdoch left the United State America. He hardly talks to me, but I know he works for you or partners with you. We’ve known each other for so long, yet you haven’t contacted me—no phone calls, no dinners, thankfully no worries about dirtier dates."

"What should I say? That I’m in business with your dad and I’ve been hiding from him while sleeping with his precious daughter?" Tommy said.

"I just wanted to say, you’re an honest man. You said at the beginning you were seeing me just for my father, and that it had nothing to do with me personally—and you did just that. Although it hurts my pride to say this, it’s the truth. Lastly, thank you for letting me be part of such a big production," Sandra extended her arms and gently hugged Tommy:

"Do I not have any charm that would make you call me out of boredom one day for dinner? Don’t always call my father, try calling me. I think I should be good friends with the caring, truly attentive to women Tommy."

Sandra released Tommy and turned to leave with a smile. Watching her walk away, Tommy suddenly called out, "Hey!"

Sandra turned to look at Tommy, who asked, "I want to ask if you’ve donated to SHP? If not, you’d better change your dog’s name."

Having some free time, Tommy turned and walked towards the adjacent terrace, blocking Diane Linen, who was attentively listening to a director’s artistic speech: "How long has it been since we last met, ma’am?"

"It’s been a while," Diane Linen looked at Tommy and said, "The last time I saw you, you were full of energy. But now, you’ve started growing a beard."

Tommy turned and interrupted several people chatting nearby, "Hey, you guys, I just heard that Stephen is looking for you on the other side of the hall. He has a new idea he wants to discuss with you."

After the group walked off towards the hall in confusion, leaving the terrace to himself and Diane Linen, Tommy then reached out, attempting to touch her smooth chin: 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"So it’s been a long time since we last met, and then you just approached me to say hello. Why?"

Diane Linen instinctively stepped back half a step, resting against the railing, "Out of politeness. Susan mentioned that Tommy was over there. You should go say hello and ask him how your role went. So I went to see you, but now, your behavior is clearly telling me that my action of going over to say hello was a mistake, right?"

"Even if you didn’t come to me, I would have come over to greet you," Tommy withdrew his hand, smiling at Diane, "Your father manages a Broadway theatre in New York. How’s his job going?"

Diane nodded lightly, gazing into the night before turning back to Tommy with a puzzled look, "Good, how did you know? I mean, we haven’t communicated much after that night, and I never mentioned my father’s job."

Tommy, sipping his drink, came to stand beside Diane at the railing, "Susan and Mark were considering buying a small theatre off Broadway at the time, mainly to provide a space for actors signed with us to practice in New York. I personally invested two hundred thousand. I remember Stephen mentioning during that night’s conversation that your father used to work on Broadway. So I told Susan they might consider offering him a job when the theatre opened. Now hearing you say he’s doing well is good news."