Chapter 471

On July 25, at a hotel near federal square in Manhattan, FBI officials opened the door of a guest room and motioned in, "Mrs. Jovovich, please come in."

There was a stool on the side of the door, and a police officer in New York police uniform was sitting upright.

"We can find this officer for daily affairs. If we think of anything, we will be next door." The FBI official pointed to the police officer sitting. "There's a phone in the room that you can make outside calls with permission, but all calls will be recorded."

"I can't go out?" Mira looked inside and was satisfied.

"No "You can't step out of this door until your witness status is in force," the FBI official said stiffly

"How long will it take?" Asked Mrs. Jovovich.

"If it goes well, it won't be long." The FBI official replied.

"No time? The agreement we reached in France is not like this. " Mrs. chowovich looked at the lawyer behind her.

"Bear with it first." The lawyer pointed to Mira's agent. "We'll watch."

"Dear." Mrs. Jovovich nervously hugged her lover, her daughter's agent, "we have nothing more."

"Now that things are like this, can we still be choosy? Bear with it first. " The agent comforted her.

Mira rolled her eyes, took off her hat and sunglasses and went into the neat little suite.

"Try to persuade her, those things." The agent whispered to her back.

"I will." Mrs. Jovovich nodded in tears.

"Then you have a rest." The agent helped her with her luggage.

After settling down a little, Mrs. Jovovich brought her lover to the door, covered her face, closed the door, and sobbed.

Mira didn't come to comfort her. She opened the trolley case and took their clothes into the closet of the guest room.

Mrs. Jovovich wiped away her tears and went to help. The mother and daughter arranged their clothes in silence. "I'm hungry." Mira said suddenly.

"Er..." Mrs. Jovovich picked up the only phone in the room and dialed the front desk. Unexpectedly, the voice of the FBI official just now came from the receiver. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"We want something to eat."

"Remember what I said? The door. " FBI officials hang up.

Mrs. Jovovich opened the door and repeated to the police officer outside.

With no expression on the other side, she handed three takeout flyers to her. They were from the pizza shop, the coffee shop and the Chinese restaurant.

"Is that all? I remember the hotel restaurant upstairs. "

The other side did not respond, a look like eating or not.

"Well, we'll have fried noodles and lattes, two each." No way. She ordered Chinese food and coffee.

The officer pressed on the walkie talkie and said, "bring the two ladies double fried noodles and lattes."

"Deal with it first."

Mrs. Jovovich closed the door. Mila was already lying in her bedroom bed, quietly reading the books she had brought. "You're stronger than I thought, Mila."

Mila didn't speak.

She had to close the bedroom door and turn on the TV. There was a late night show of David Letterman.

"Aplus, this is your second time on my show, remember? In 1991, you were still green. " David Letterman asked Sonya, who was close to Maria Kelly.

"Yes, but we went the wrong way when we came here. I thought you were..." Song Ya points to the other direction with a smile, and the audience who understand the stem laugh immediately.

David Letterman has just moved from NBC to CBS, and the style and popularity of the program have basically not changed.

"I hope they keep my studio." David Letterman bowed his head and laughed for a while, catching the terrier. "When did you and Kelly become good friends? How old is Kelly older than you, isn't she?"

"Well, actually we started in the same year." Song Ya replied.

"Is it?" Maria Kelly asked.

"Yes, 90 years." Song Ya looked at her, "remember? At the home of the Detroit Pistons, you were in charge of singing "beautiful Amelia."

"I remember." As diva, this kind of show is a small scene, and Maria Kelly is really not built to perform.

"Wait, wait." David Letterman counted with his fingers. "Aplus, were you sixteen?"

The audience roared.

"Didn't you just know? We could have known each other at that time Song Ya said, "I went backstage to look for her after listening to that song."

"So you took the initiative?"

"No, she was conquered by her singing. You know, the pure writer is attracted by the talent of singer."

The three chatted like old friends, without too many jokes, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Maria Kelly, were you conquered by him at that time?" David Letterman shifts the question."No, he was very impolite at the time, and he giggled at me when he came in, like this." Maria Carey exaggerates to imitate Sonya's smile at the time.

The audience was amused by Diva's ugly face.

"When did you become friends?" David Letterman asked.

Song Ya made a look of recollection. "Then I went to Sony Columbia headquarters to record songs. A producer of her emotions album lent me her studio for three days, but I was so involved that I slept in her studio for the fourth day, and then she showed up."

"I was angry." Maria Kelly answers, "a stinky boy sleeps on my studio couch and snores."

"Do you have any?"

"Yes."

"I don't remember."

"You should remember, you can hear it through the door."

The two looked at each other, their eyes gradually turned from questioning to affectionate, and the audience began to roar.

"So you finished the Empire State of mind together?" As the interview continued, David Letterman cleverly shifted the topic to music, and then began to help promote Maria Kelly's new album.

Mrs. Jovovich was fascinated until the end of the program. At the request of David Letterman, Sonya picked up Princess Maria Kelly and ended the program with cheers and applause from the audience.

She sighed a little and looked back to see Mila leaning against the bedroom door, absorbed in the TV.

"You need to call him." She said to her daughter.

"Why!? I'm not ashamed of you Mira let out a signature scream and smashed the book in her hand to the floor.

"That's your son of a bitch father!"

Mrs. Jovovich also raised her voice. "We have to settle down in New York. The lawyer told me that some of your personal belongings, such as the expensive gifts he gave you, are very important to us now."

"I don't play." Mila slammed the bedroom door.

"Stop being capricious, Mila." Mrs. Jovovich quickly opened the door and followed in. She advised Mila, who was lying on the bed and covered her head with a quilt, "it won't cause him any trouble. Just provide his testimony and relevant evidence to prove that those gifts are given to you by him and are your personal property."

"I've made so much money that I'm still living on my ex boyfriend's gifts?" Mila cried from the quilt, "no, I'm not. It's embarrassing."

"There's no shame in losing it now."

"You don't have to call. Mark Horton..."

"I'm not going to ask that old man."

"He's not even forty. He likes you, I can see." Said Mrs. Jovovich.

"He's a married man!" Mila's head came out of the quilt and cried.

"He is willing to help you complete the remaining album with SBK, and we must hand in an album to SBK before you and SBK's singer contract expire next year! Otherwise, we can't afford to pay the penalty! "

"I can take whatever I want to deal with the SBK contract."

"The matter of liquidated damages has been settled. What about our life after that?"

"You can hang mark Horton and get his lyrics first. His creative ability is not comparable to aplus, but after all, he can make records for selling money. He likes you very much. Didn't he give us those songs in France? Didn't you say you loved those songs? It's time for you to learn women's exclusive skills. Those men are... "

"Oh! My God

Mila covered the quilt again. "What parents have I spread out?"

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