Robert De Niro was also not one to frequent parties, so he stayed for only a moment before excusing himself.
Simon continued to socialize until almost ten o'clock, and was about to leave when Meg Ryan, appearing from who-knows-where, blocked him by the buffet table and said, "Simon, we need to talk".
Simon looked at the woman in front of him, swaying slightly with hazy eyes. He took the wine glass from her hand and placed it on the dining table before walking to a quieter spot nearby.
Meg Ryan followed him step by step, stopping only when she bumped into the man who had suddenly halted.
Swaying backward, Meg Ryan looked at the man in front of her, her tongue a little twisted, and said, "Si, Simon, you don't like me, do you?"
Simon answered truthfully, "I was originally looking forward to it, but your state disappoints me".
"But this is me, this is how I am," Meg Ryan pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes wide as she looked at him, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance, "Mr. Westeros, since you don't like me, please let me go, okay? You're already a big shot; a single word from you made me lose a role I had high hopes for. Isn't that punishment enough?"
Simon frowned, looking at the somewhat wobbly woman in front of him, and said, "Ms. Ryan, you haven't reached the point where I would like or dislike you, because we're not familiar. Therefore, I have even less inclination to punish you. If you are satisfied with your current state, then, from now on, you can do as you please".
Having said that, Simon turned to leave.
Meg Ryan clearly still wanted to say something, and somewhat stubbornly reached out, grabbing the hem of Simon's jacket. She was then abruptly shaken off and fell directly to the ground.
Another attempt to stage an accident.
Simon reluctantly stopped, helped the fallen Meg Ryan up, and sat her down at a nearby table and chairs. Fortunately, it was a lawn, and although she was a bit dishevelled, the woman was not hurt.
The commotion naturally attracted the attention of others.
However, seeing that it was Simon Westeros entangled with a woman, everyone, though curious, restrained themselves from approaching. Some even pretended not to see.
In Hollywood, such things were all too common.
Simon had no mind to bother with other people's thoughts. He waved for a waiter to bring some tissues, which he handed to the woman. Seeing her looking dazed and somewhat lost, he had to personally wipe her face for her, and then asked the waiter who else had come with her that night.
Robert Redford quickly noticed the commotion and also walked over. After some inquiries, he learned that Meg Ryan had come alone that night. Simon then simply called CAA to pick her up.
After all this trouble.
Meg Ryan herself gradually sobered up and, feeling very embarrassed, apologized to Robert Redford, their host.
Half an hour later, Meg Ryan's agent, Josh Lieberman, personally arrived to pick her up.
Meg Ryan shrank into the car, looking at Simon, Robert, and others standing outside. The now more sober woman apologized again, and finally looked at Simon pitifully, asking in a low voice, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Westeros, I was a bit out of control just now. Tomorrow, tomorrow, can I still go to Daenerys Pictures?"
Feeling several pairs of eyes looking at him simultaneously, Simon could only nod helplessly.
After sending Meg Ryan off, Neil Bennett had already arrived in his car to pick him up, and Simon also bid farewell directly.
Leaving the hillside and returning to the Century Tower in Century City, the Chevrolet SUV parked below the building. Simon got out, and Neil Bennett also followed him out of the driver's seat.
He had originally intended to go directly into the building, but seeing the other person follow him out, Simon stopped and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was around forty years old, and asked, "Neil, is there something wrong?"
Neil Bennett looked at the young man in front of him, recalling recent events.
Some time ago, Neil Bennett and Ken Dickson were sent to protect their young mistress and her boyfriend. Although they were somewhat reluctant, they obeyed the order and travelled across the ocean to Los Angeles.
In the days that followed, both of them became increasingly satisfied with Simon.
This young man had achieved fame at a young age, yet he was not arrogant, possessing a composure far beyond his peers. Not only was he very good to their young mistress, but he also took good care of those around them.
Last month, Simon proactively suggested that he could help their families move to Los Angeles as well, and could also arrange jobs for their wives and schooling for their children. The message from Melbourne was that the two of them would follow their young mistress from now on. Both were already in middle age, naturally with families, and were more than eager for Simon's proposal.
The environment in Los Angeles in all aspects was definitely much better than in Melbourne.
After spending an unknown amount of money, and basically getting everything settled, the protagonists they were guarding suddenly broke up for no apparent reason.
A certain old man, who had been worrying himself sick over his daughter's lifelong happiness, had been muttering for several days, 'My daughter is finally getting married.' Simon's personal information from childhood had long since been thoroughly investigated and sent back to Melbourne.
Except for his young age, and concerns about his mental health, there were no other dissatisfactions from that side.
Simon didn't know that if Janette hadn't repeatedly called to explain and warn, a large group of people would have already come over from Australia. To quote a certain furious old man roaring on the phone: the Johnston family is not to be trifled with.
Now.
Like a divorce where assets are divided, Neil Bennett became Simon's daily bodyguard and driver, and Ken Dickson was responsible for Janette. Coupled with various assignments from Australia, the two middle-aged men were utterly exhausted.
Seeing Simon still waiting for his answer, Neil Bennett quickly snapped back to attention and said, "Mr. Westeros, will you call the young lady later?"
Simon smiled and said, "It's a bit late now, isn't it? Jenny isn't one to stay up late".
"Make one call, the young lady must be looking forward to it," Neil Bennett clumsily urged, then opened the car door and said, "Mr. Westeros, I'll be here on time tomorrow".
Watching Neil drive away, Simon turned and entered the building, returning to his apartment on the 22nd floor.
Having moved several times in less than a year, Simon was too lazy to bother again this time. Apart from the study and bedroom, the spacious apartment was empty. The living room was simply converted into a private screening room with a projector, a large screen, and a row of sofas.
Without a woman to manage it, the apartment appeared somewhat messy. It wasn't that Simon couldn't do housework; it was mainly because he had been too busy recently, and he was also very unaccustomed to strangers entering his residence, so he simply didn't call cleaners to tidy up.
At this time, videotapes and various documents were scattered everywhere on the living room sofa, floor, and coffee table.
Taking off his leather shoes, Simon walked on the floor in just his socks, and as usual, went to the telephone.
There were no messages today, but there was a summary of last week's box office data on the fax machine. The data had been released this morning, but Simon had been busy all day and hadn't had time to look at it. He casually pulled it out now, then put a videotape into the projector, turned on the projector, and leaned comfortably on the sofa.