Hollywood Hunter

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In downtown Boston, on the Harvard Business School campus on the south bank of the Charles River, Maria Rozin is translating a Soviet-era economic policy document in an office with several colleagues, and she follows the female defender Katerina to the United States. Knock on the door and come in. During this period of time, the exact identity of Maria Rozin, who quietly joined the job, became a matter of curiosity to colleagues around her. After all, there are more than 2,000 faculty members at Harvard University, and very few have full-time drivers.

Maria knew that if Katerina had nothing special, she would not come over to disturb her. She was inexplicably uneasy, so she stood up and walked over: "Kate, what's the matter?"

The female guard stepped back a little, came to the corridor, and whispered to Maria who followed: "Mr. Westeros is here, just outside."

"what……"

The faint guess came true, Maria subconsciously exhaled, and then quickly covered her mouth.

After a short recovery, the woman put down her hand, turned her head and glanced at the office behind her, and then said to the female guard, "I have 10 minutes to get off work."

Katerina wanted to take a look at her mistress, what time was it, and she said she was working.

Maria blurted out, and realized that this reason was too lame, could she let him wait for her for 10 minutes, not to mention, she actually understood that this was an excuse.

Maria came to the United States at the beginning of the month and joined Harvard directly. However, because the new semester has already started, I missed the course schedule and can only wait for the next semester to arrange the teaching tasks. The woman didn't want to stay idle in the second half of the year, so she chose one of some job vacancies offered by Harvard to provide translation support for an on-campus academic team studying the political economy of the former Soviet Union.

This is a fairly flexible job, because there are several graduate students as assistant translators, and it is not a problem if she does not show up on weekdays.

The reason was not valid, so I had to turn around and say hello to my colleagues in the office.

Leaving the teaching building, Maria frantically followed Katerina through another passage, and soon saw two identical black cars parked at an intersection, and saw the two walking in, one of which was in a car. The driver got down and helped her open the car door.

As it approached noon, Maria didn't want too many people around to notice it, so she obediently got into the car without much hesitation.

Then I found out that there were already two people in the back seat, besides him sitting in the middle next to him, there was also Ulyana Meretskova on the other side.

Before she could say anything, the door was already closed.

The car started quickly, and Simon, who was squeezed between the two women, looked at Maria, who was at a loss, with interest. The woman wore a pair of rimless glasses, her blonde hair was rolled up, revealing a fair neck, and she was wearing a khaki. A long coat with slim black trousers at the hem and a pair of black low heels on the feet.

A woman who was originally inclined to an intellectual style, when matched in this way, immediately looks much younger.

Maria felt the man beside her looking at her, only to feel that her eyes seemed to be warm, and she felt a burning sensation wherever she saw it. After being silent for more than ten seconds, she finally lost the battle, took the initiative to speak, and tilted her head slightly. Glancing at him: "Hello, Mr. Westeros."

Simon smiled when he heard what the woman said: "Yeah, it seems like it's the first time we've met."

"Uh-huh."

"I guess, you definitely didn't buy this outfit yourself."

Maria didn't expect that the little man beside her would suddenly mention this, and said subconsciously: "My daughter..."

He only opened his head, and paused again because of some inexplicable embarrassment.

"Oh, Annette, I know," Simon said, and added: "Actually, Anne could have come with me this time, why did she stay in Ukraine?"

Maria felt that it was impolite to speak without looking at the other party, but she was embarrassed to turn to him anyway. After all, it was just the breath of the man around her that made her panic to the point of jumping out of the car. At this time, she heard Simon talking about her daughter. It's like the feeling just now, mainly because... her daughter is 21 years old.

However, as for the man's question, he had to answer the question. He tilted his head slightly to look at him, turned back quickly, and said, "She, I hope she can finish her undergraduate degree in Ukraine and come back to the United States."

He spoke with a strange little emotion.

At first, Maria accepted a certain situation with the idea of ​​sacrificing herself, and only hoped that her four children could have a bright future, including the eldest daughter, and thought that, no matter what, at least let him help. My daughter is going to study abroad, but it needs to be the best school.

Unexpectedly, she didn't need to mention these things at all, and she took the initiative to help them.

This also made Maria temporarily change her mind and let her daughter continue to stay in Ukraine to finish her undergraduate studies. After getting her degree, she will go out to study abroad. After all, it is only one year. The three sons were brought here together this time.

Simon nodded when he heard the words. In fact, he had just seen some information about the children of the two women around him. He didn't say more at this time, but explained to Maria, who didn't know the reason: "Wait for a reception later. Many people will come over and take you to get to know each other."

Maria paused, reacted, and her face suddenly turned red.

This is……

He, how... Isn't he worried that others will know?

Moreover, once she participated in this reception, she, and Ulyana on the other side, the identities of the two people could not be clearly defined anyway, even after repeated psychological construction, Mary

Asia has silently accepted certain things, but after all, she still doesn't want everyone to know.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally summoned up his courage and glanced at the little man beside him again. Maria said, "Simon, can I... can I not go?"

Simon shook his head directly: "No."

"..."

How can this man do this? !

Simon refused decisively, and then added: "The main thing is that there is one more thing that needs to be done by you, so I must give you and Ulia an identity first."

Maria grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands, she really didn't want this identity.

Simon looked at the woman's pitiful appearance, unmoved, and continued: "Actually, Uriah is pregnant."

"what?"

Maria thought she had heard it wrong, and subconsciously raised her head again, this time to Ulyana Meletskova, who had been silent for a while.

Ulyana just nodded slightly when she saw her look over.

Then, Maria withdrew her gaze slightly and turned to him: "So, what does this have to do with me?"

In fact, I wanted to ask how he planned to deal with this matter, but he changed his words.

Simon shook his head slightly and said, "We'll talk about this after our reception."

Chatting like this, the two luxury cars crossed the Charles River and soon came to a Marriott Hotel on the North Shore. Lady A, who had arrived in advance, greeted her in the parking lot, waiting for Simon to get off the car with the two women and personally lead them to the hotel. A banquet hall.

The reception has already started early.

According to the introduction of girl A along the way, the guests who were in Boston at the same time as the invitation were issued this time, and there were also some active contacts. According to the specific situation, the female assistant also selected a part.

Relying on the two top universities of Harvard and MIT, Boston has gathered a large number of top world-class companies, the most famous is ge, and there are also world-renowned companies such as Gillette, Fidelity Fund, and Boston Consulting Group.

Since Simon is here, dealing with the core figures of these schools, companies and even the local government will definitely only benefit.

In the banquet hall, when Simon appeared, all the guests who had arrived immediately focused their attention. Then, I couldn't help noticing the two women around Simon who were so radiant that people couldn't tell their age.

Everyone is used to this kind of thing.

As an assistant, girl a competently helped Simon to introduce and introduce, principal mit, Nobel laureate, mayor of Boston, CEO of Gillette Company, etc., and so on, it took more than half an hour to turn around.

Walking towards the two guests who had just arrived again, a girl a whispered and quickly introduced in her ears: "The president of Harvard University, Neil Luthersteen, in addition, Neil is a Ukrainian immigrant. The other one is a descendant of the Mellon family. , Richard Mellon Skeff, a print business, far-right, one of the main drivers behind the Paula Jones case."

Said to have come to the near.

Simon first took the initiative to extend his hand to Neil Luthersteen, the very tall Harvard president in his 60s, and then reached out and shook hands with Richard Mellon Skeff: "Hello, It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scafe."

"Hello, Simon, my friends call me Charlie," Richard Mellon Skeff, who was also in his 60s and already had solid silver hair, smiled and shook hands with Simon, and then gestured with his eyes shining brightly. Two ladies beside him: "Who are these two?"

"Oh, here's Maria, and Ulyana, they're from Ukraine and they've just recently joined Harvard."

After turning around like this, I saw a bunch of big names in the upper layers of the American pyramid. Even Maria, who was reluctant to come here, gradually became familiar with it. After listening to Simon's introduction, she politely extended her hand to Scaif in front of her: "Hello, Mr Scave."

Richard Mellon Skeff agreed with a smile, but he grabbed Maria's little hand and leaned over slightly, obviously wanting to give a kiss.

Maria was already uncomfortable with Skeff's smile. Seeing the other party like this, she subconsciously pulled back her hand, making the other party's plan fail.

Immediately, Skeff, who was already half-bent, felt that he couldn't get off the stage.

Seeing this situation, it was obvious that she had offended the other party. Maria couldn't help but glanced at Simon with a guilty conscience, and couldn't help worrying that he would blame herself. After all, perhaps, this should be normal etiquette?

Simon gave the woman a reassuring look, and then said lightly to Skeeff, who straightened up awkwardly: "Maria is not used to kissing hands, Mr. Skeef, oh, Uriah is not used to it either, I'm sorry."

Ulyana on the other side felt the bluntness in the man's tone, and directly dismissed the intention of reaching out to greet him.

"Oh, it's nothing," Richard Mellon Scaife saw that Simon was still using the title 'Mr. Scaife' after he had just gotten close, and knew that he was just about to take advantage of this young man. Displeased, but, as a descendant of the Mellon family, which has maintained a strong influence in the United States for a hundred years, Scaife didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his actions just now, but also gave birth to some dissatisfaction, and quickly said: "Speaking of which, Simon, I used to live in Pittsburgh and had to move to Boston two years ago when I was terrified by that bombing. Hey, it's a blasphemy to the civilized world for this to happen in America."

Simon didn't seem to understand the meaning of Skeff's words at all, and shrugged with a smile: "I have understood from the age of 3 that this world is not so beautiful, Mr. Skeff, you should be glad that you only need Hiding in Boston, if I remember correctly, William Hurst III is still

Hiding in Morocco, he's much more unlucky than you, and probably won't be able to return to the United States for the rest of his life. "

The potential verbal confrontation between the two was actually a series of disturbances from two years ago.

See Simon mentioning William Hearst III, the ex-head of the Hearst family who had to abscond over the exposed 'Doris Fitch murder', Richard Mellon Scave's The corners of his mouth twitched.

In terms of strength, the Hearst family, whose media empire spans the United States, is several ranks higher than the owner of a media company whose influence is limited to the New England region in the northeastern United States. The Sturt family is quite strong. And it is such an old money family that has also been inherited for a hundred years and has huge influence. In the past two years, it has rapidly fallen into decline.

Looking at the young man in front of him, not to mention anything else, just the $1.5 trillion net worth is enough to suppress people to the point of losing their temper.

Thinking of this, Richard Mellon Skeff, who is arrogant in his bones because he was born in the Mellon family, will inevitably have some setbacks that he is not willing to admit. However, let him apologize for what happened just now. Certainly not.

In this atmosphere, even Harvard President Neil Luthersteen was feeling a little out of place. Fortunately, someone would help them out soon.

"Hey Simon, how did you even think of coming to Boston?"

The speaker was Jack Welch, the head of General Electric who had just arrived.

Simon listened to Welch's greetings, and ignored Richard Mellon Skeff, but nodded slightly to Neil Luthersteen, and turned to Welch with the two women beside him. The other party hugged and said, "There just happens to be some things. Since you're here, let's say hello to everyone, Jack, I'm glad you took the time to come over."

"Of course I want to come over," Welch said, also looking at the two beside Simon: "This is?"

Simon introduced again: "Maria, and Uriah, they just recently joined Harvard."

Some things don't need to be broken, and everyone knows it well, Welch is not as greedy as Skaeff, and he shook hands with the two girls gracefully, and turned to Simon again, saying: "Speaking of which, I have some more. I want to talk to you about something, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door."