With Leonardo’s looks, combined with his sky-high fame, picking up girls could not be easier.
But there are always exceptions; even the biggest stars have women they cannot pick up.
The handsome Jack in the eyes of one woman might be a sissy in the eyes of another.
Ronan watched the woman and, based on his intuition, could roughly determine that she was not playing hard to get, but genuinely disliked Leonardo’s pestering.
The look of disgust on her face grew more pronounced.
However, Leonardo clearly lacked this self-awareness.
Now that he was the male lead of a 1.5 billion dollar box office hit, he was like a peacock, impatiently spreading his feathers and showing off his incomparably gorgeous tail.
The Leonardo of today was completely different from the one over a decade later.
Ronan did not want to provoke this peacock-like man.
The slender woman was very beautiful, but he had no interest in playing the Hero saving the damsel.
But some things often come unexpectedly.
Leonardo spotted Ronan at a glance and immediately remembered the incident where Ronan had publicly refuted him.
If this had been a year earlier or two years later, Leonardo would at most have been unhappy.
But now, with countless people fawning over and praising him, let alone a young man in his twenties, even people in their forties or fifties might get carried away and lose their way.
“Ronan Anderson!” Leonardo actually abandoned the girl he hadn’t managed to pick up, widened his eyes like copper bells, and shot out lightning-like sharpness, “You’re actually here too!”
Seeing this typical Leonardo-style expression of anger, Ronan sized up his black suit, and a name suddenly popped into his head—Black Cat Detective.
“Good evening, Leo.” Ronan acted as if they were old friends.
The slender woman looked at Leonardo, then at Ronan, very surprised: Who is this man?
Is he very charming?
Just by passing by, he had forcibly pulled Leonardo’s attention away from her.
She remembered her Agent saying that the only men capable of attracting Leonardo’s attention were terrifying existences on the level of James Cameron.
The woman soon realized she was overthinking it.
Leonardo ignored the blonde, long-legged beauty, stepped forward to stand in front of Ronan, and said deliberately: “I heard your new film posted a casting call?”
Ronan nodded with a smile: “Yes, I’m currently looking for a director and actors.”
Leonardo shook his head repeatedly: “You won’t give up until you’ve squandered all of Old Anderson’s inheritance?”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Ronan said indifferently.
“Prodigal son!” Thinking of the incident with the Arabs last time, Leonardo mocked him again: “If you don’t have the ability, just stay put. The more you think you can do, the faster you’ll be finished!”
In his past life, he was a fan of Leonardo, but Ronan was very angry now, yet he couldn’t do anything about him.
He couldn’t really beat him into a Black Cat Detective, could he?
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Ronan suppressed the impulse in his heart and suddenly turned to look at the slender woman, discovering that she was looking at him with great interest.
Many people around were looking this way, and whispers faintly drifted over.
Although he couldn’t hear clearly, Ronan was very clear that what these people were saying was probably related to him being a prodigal son.
Old Anderson was considered a veteran practitioner in Hollywood and knew many people.
Seeing that Ronan had nothing to say, Leonardo’s already inflated ego grew even more, and he said: “Not just anyone can make movies.”
Ronan, however, treated Leonardo like transparent air, ignoring him entirely.
He took two steps to the front left and said to the slender woman: “Beautiful lady, good evening. May I have the honor of knowing your name?”
The slender woman’s eyes curved as she looked at him, and a hint of an unidentifiable smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Ronan saw this; it seemed the woman had guessed his intention a little.
The slender woman had been annoyed by Leonardo’s pestering earlier; as long as she wasn’t stupid, she should be able to guess his intentions.
“Ronan Anderson!” Leonardo was instantly furious to see Ronan hitting on his target right in front of him.
“Carmen, Carmen Kass.” The woman was not stupid at all, and ignoring Leonardo, she replied, “You are Ronan Anderson?”
Ronan acted as if Leonardo didn’t exist: “Just call me Ronan.”
“Good evening, Ronan.” Carmen Kass also treated Leonardo as if he were air.
Ronan politely invited her: “Carmen, shall we find a quiet place to chat?”
Carmen Kass had been both annoyed and helpless regarding Leonardo’s pestering; she had changed locations several times, but Leonardo kept sticking to her like a fly.
She worked in the fashion industry and didn’t develop in the film industry, so she didn’t need to care too much about Leonardo’s thoughts.
“Sure.” She accepted the invitation; this seemed like a good opportunity to get rid of the pestering.
Ronan made a gesture of invitation, and Carmen Kass took his arm, and they walked together towards the lounge area with small round tables in the banquet hall.
Carmen Kass was not yet twenty years old and, after all, lacked experience in interpersonal relationships.
She thought this was a reasonable opportunity to get rid of Leonardo’s pestering, but she didn’t see that Leonardo’s face had flushed red.
Leonardo’s eyes widened even more than copper bells, and he was suddenly unable to say a word.
The woman he was pursuing had actually been picked up by someone else right in front of him, and that person had just been mocked and ridiculed by him…
Suddenly, he realized that the eyes of everyone around him had fallen on him, and those gazes seemed to carry mockery.
How embarrassing!
For a moment, Leonardo felt he couldn’t face anyone.
As a dignified 1.5 billion dollar male lead, being openly poached by a prodigal son—how would he survive in the dating scene in the future?
He would probably become a joke in the circle tonight.
He hurriedly lowered his head and walked forward along the side near the balcony, his gaze fixed on the pair of “dogs,” gritting his teeth as he passed them at a short distance.
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Ronan watched Leonardo walk towards Kate Winslet, who had just finished socializing, and asked curiously: “Leonardo is the heartthrob of girls right now, why don’t you like him?”
Carmen Kass smiled: “If you saw a man passionately kissing a woman with your own eyes, and three minutes later he ran over to fawn over you, and even hinted or explicitly said ‘let’s go get a room,’ how would you feel?”
Ronan rubbed his chin: “The men who dare to fawn over me have all ended up in the Pacific Ocean feeding the fish.”
This also gave him a hint: in such public occasions, never make a move on two beauties on the same night.
Women, especially such young and immature women, are sometimes quite emotional.
Carmen laughed: “You are very funny.”
Ronan was just about to say something when he saw Leonardo pulling Kate Winslet in the distance, and he gestured with his head: “Jack has gone to find Rose to complain about his grievances.”
Carmen watched as Jack pulled Rose onto a balcony and put on an old-fashioned air: “The media is right; he’s just a brat who hasn’t grown up.”
“Children look for their mothers when they are wronged,” Ronan also looked over there: “Rose is not Jack’s mother.”
He deliberately lowered his voice: “How about we walk that way?”
Perhaps because of the common enemy that was Leonardo, Carmen nodded and replied: “Let’s go.”
The two slightly changed direction, specifically walking along the side of the banquet hall near the balcony.
When they passed that balcony, Carmen turned her head to look; Jack was leaning next to Rose, appearing a bit agitated, and Rose had one arm around Jack, seemingly comforting him in a low voice.
“Let’s go.” Ronan tugged on Carmen, and Carmen, holding Ronan’s arm, hurriedly followed, asking in a low voice: “Jack and Rose don’t have a secret affair, do they?”
Ronan entered the lounge area, where there weren’t many people, and replied casually: “Probably not.”
In his past life, there was plenty of gossip analyzing the two of them.
The relationship between Jack and Rose went even further than that of close friends; they could even be called family.
“You seem to know a lot,” Carmen asked curiously: “What do you do?”
Ronan told the truth: “The boss of a small film company, the kind that can only produce direct-to-video movies.”
He changed the subject and asked: “And you?”
“A model,” Carmen said as simply as possible.
Ronan nodded and asked again: “Your accent doesn’t sound like an American.”
Carmen also told the truth: “Estonian, here in Los Angeles for a brand event. I often walk the runway in both the UK and the US, so I learned English specifically.”
Walking around a few small round tables with people, Ronan prepared to find a random place to sit and have a good chat with Carmen Kass about the future.
In his past life, he was a person who worked in the entertainment industry.
He didn’t feel anything when he saw her, but upon hearing the name Carmen Kass, he immediately remembered who she was.
In the mouths of countless supermodel fans, there were three “Goddesses” or four “War Gods” in the modeling world at the turn of the century, among which the most famous were: God G, God K, and God D.
The so-called God K was Carmen Kass.
Suddenly, Ronan saw a somewhat familiar person sitting in a spot to his front left.
It was a sturdy man with a beard he had seen before entering the banquet hall—Kate Winslet’s boyfriend, who seemed to be named Jim.