This World, Handling the Five Women!
Beverly Hills, Cooper Family.
When Eric returned to the living room, everything that met his eyes could only be described as shocking.
Scattered tables, chairs, and benches were overturned on the floor. The most terrifying thing was that the sofa had been flipped over; he didn't know how they managed to do it.
The five women were divided into four groups, each leaning in a corner to rest and recuperate. The floor was covered with broken glass shards, and several decorative porcelain pieces were also shattered.
Although they weren't precious antiques, they were all good items worth several thousand dollars. After this whole ordeal, Eric would definitely have to give them a good talking to.
With the place so damaged, one could imagine their own condition was even worse.
All five women were disheveled, panting heavily, and their carefully applied makeup was completely ruined.
Their clothes were splattered with coffee stains, and many parts were torn.
Their arms were covered in bruises, red and purple. Nicole's chest seemed visibly swollen; Eric never handled her that roughly when he was intimate with her.
The only positive was that there were no marks on their faces or necks. It seemed they still maintained some restraint, knowing that injuring their faces would make it impossible to face the flashbulbs, so they subconsciously avoided that area.
And when they saw Eric appear, all five women looked at him with tear-filled eyes, their large, watery eyes glistening.
"Darling!" the five women cried out in unison, like little girls who were incredibly wronged and seeking a hug.
Seeing them in such a state, Eric's heart ached. No wonder they say women are harsher on themselves!
He rushed over and first helped up Nicole, who was closest and appeared to be the most injured.
"What are you doing? Why did you start fighting? And so fiercely!"
"If you want to fight, just hit me. It's all my fault. Don't you know, when you hit yourselves, it pains my heart."
Eric said with a pained expression, tears streaming down his face as he spoke.
Heh heh, although I'm not an actor, I'm a director who's even better than an actor.
Director, director.
As the name suggests, it's a teacher who guides actors in their performances.
Crying scenes, such an entry-level skill, he was naturally very proficient at it, focusing on a subtle approach where no one could tell what was real or fake.
And seeing Eric cry so sadly, this scene struck the hearts of the five women like a heavy hammer.
Initially, seeing him attend to Nicole first, the other four women were quite displeased, but their anger instantly vanished, replaced by a feeling of heartache.
Who was he?
He was the youngest super billionaire in the world, the youngest Oscar winner for Best Screenplay, with countless accolades.
He was also the man who stood firm against The Big Six film companies and all the media in the United States. He was always in high spirits; who had ever seen him shed a single tear?
Yet now, he was crying for them, and he couldn't stop.
This showed that although this scoundrel was a bit of a playboy, he truly had genuine feelings for them.
Thinking of this, the four women all fell silent for a moment, and then surprisingly, they all started to cry together. Nicole, even more so, sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.
Seeing this, Eric glanced at his mother, who nodded slightly, signaling him to continue while the iron was hot. This was a great opportunity.
Eric nodded silently, recalling the scene he had practiced many times in his mind. This move was called the 'bitter flesh trick'.
Under the surprised gazes of the five women, he forcefully pounded his chest, looking very fierce.
But it was only for show. Having worked as an assistant director for so many years before transmigrating, he had long learned a technique of deflecting force from a Martial Arts Instructor. It looked like a fierce blow, but in reality, there was no harm.
The Americans here didn't have this profession, and they didn't understand, so they thought Eric was genuinely harming himself.
"Eric!"
Nicole shrieked and quickly grabbed him. The other four women also ran over to stop him.
But Eric broke free, quickly walked to a nearby shelf, picked up a wine bottle, and smashed it hard on his head.
Bang!
A dull yet crisp sound immediately echoed throughout the living room, and red liquid instantly streamed down his forehead.
"Ah!"
Startled!
The five women and the young nanny, Lisa, screamed simultaneously, almost stunned by the sight before them.
His father and mother also cooperatively showed expressions of surprise, though inwardly they were almost laughing.
The wine bottle was, of course, a special prop. MGM's prop masters were among the best in the world, with exquisite craftsmanship; unless one used a microscope, it was impossible to tell it was fake.
Inside was a liquid made of red wine and human blood mixed in a certain proportion; it didn't hurt at all when smashed on the head.
But Eric still had to act out an expression of great pain and injury. His mouth twitched, but his eyes looked at them resolutely.
"Nicole, Theron, Gadot, Ashley, Mary, it's all my fault, but you must know, I just love you too much, I can't abandon any of you!"
"If you have grievances in your hearts, I understand."
"But!"
"I will never allow you to hurt each other. If you want to vent, come and hit me, like this!"
As he spoke, he picked up another prop bottle, pretending to be ruthless as he made to smash it on his head.
The five women, startled, rushed over. Some embraced his waist, some hugged his back, and some pulled his hands.
Theron snatched the bottle away, carefully placed it aside, and then, with tear-filled eyes, threw herself into his arms.
Immediately, the five women who had just been fighting to the death now surrounded Eric, wailing and crying, but no one noticed that he was secretly smiling.
The young nanny, Lisa, watching this scene, completely abandoned her unrealistic fantasies.
With her limited skills, even if she entered the Cooper Family, she would be completely exploited, destined to be manipulated however they pleased.
"Kiss, baby, don't cry, I'm fine, hiss." Eric kissed Theron's forehead.
"Good girl, Nicole, I love you!" He then kissed Nicole's cheek.
"Baby, where are you uncomfortable, tell me." He then lightly touched Gadot's crimson lips.
"You two are the naughtiest, be good in the future, listen to me." Finally, he left a kiss on Ashley's and Mary's faces respectively.
The five women had no mind to care about anything else at this moment; they all obediently nodded.
"Darling, how are you? Quickly call Ratchet, you've bled so much." Nicole said, looking at Eric with immense heartache.
"Let me drive you, Ratchet is too slow." Gadot grabbed Eric's hand, ready to leave.
"We'll listen to you from now on, darling, we won't make trouble again." The Olsen Sisters said simultaneously.
Theron hugged him tightly: "Promise me, never do such a foolish thing again, you almost scared me to death!"
Seeing their anxious expressions, Eric secretly felt smug and gave his mother another wink.
His mother understood and nodded. She walked over, separated the five women, and gave them a fierce look.
The five women's hearts involuntarily skipped a beat, and then they all lowered their heads in shame.
Nicole swore that in all the time she had known Emily, she had never seen her so intimidating.
"Hmph! Go to the hospital? How could you even think of that? The moment Eric steps into a hospital, paparazzi from all over the city will surround the place, and no secret will be safe!"
"Don't you know what time it is? The Big Six companies and the media are eager to devour him, and you still want to cause trouble at a time like this, without any sense of proportion!"
"Don't you know what it means to prioritize the bigger picture? Right now, everything must give way to the bigger picture, or are you trying to make Eric fall?!"
With each sentence his mother spoke, the five women's heads drooped a little lower; no one could utter a word of rebuttal.
"Fortunately, I studied medicine before. I'll check Eric first to see how serious it is."
"And you five, look at what a mess you've made of this house. All of you, go take a bath."
"Later, I hope we can have a quiet dinner without any arguments. Do you understand?"
"Mmm."
"Oh."
The five women nodded and, led by Lisa, went up to the second-floor bathroom.
Seeing them disappear, Eric and his mother excitedly high-fived in celebration.
"Yeah!"
"Mom, your tone and expression just now were really scary. I think all five of them were intimidated by you."
His mother shook her head: "It's not that simple. They were just scared by your self-harming act and were momentarily at a loss. "
"To handle these five women, the act must continue, don't give yourself away."
"Don't worry, Dad, I won't pop the champagne at halftime!" Eric patted his chest.
"Mmm, quickly tidy up. I can't stand messy things."
After about half an hour, the five women successively returned to the living room.
After taking a bath, they looked much better. They were wearing his mother's clothes.
However, Theron, Nicole, and Gadot found them a bit small, while Ashley and Mary found them a bit large, creating a somewhat comical appearance.
Lisa brought the food to the table, and everyone sat down.
Eric was sandwiched between his father and mother to prevent anyone from complaining about unfairness due to seating arrangements again.
"Okay, let's say grace before the meal!" His mother clasped her hands and looked at everyone, continuing to exert her authority.
"Thank you, God, for giving us food. Please, Lord, continue to have mercy on us. Amen!"
The five women quickly followed suit.
"Thank you, God, for giving us food. Please, Lord, continue to have mercy on us. Amen!"
After the prayer, Eric lifted the covers, revealing a series of carefully prepared delicacies. The aroma instantly filled the entire house.
Grumble, grumble.
The intense battle had consumed a lot of energy, and everyone's stomachs rumbled simultaneously, but no one dared to be the first to start eating.
Seeing this, Eric scooped a spoonful of chickpeas into Theron's plate: "Try this, baby, my mom made it specially for you."
He then cut a piece of duck leg for Gadot: "Your favorite, darling, my mom also made it especially for you."
"Nicole, this deep-sea cod is authentic Alaskan. To make sure you enjoy it, it was ordered several days in advance."
"Mary, baby, your favorite cheese steak, my mom made it medium-rare especially for you. Quickly try it."
"Ashley, spicy chicken wings seasoned with blueberries, with top-grade local chilies air-shipped from Mexico, made especially for you."
Looking at the delicious food on their plates, they suddenly felt a sweet warmth.
Eric's mom wasn't so scary after all. It seemed they had been too much, which made her angry.
At the dinner table, with Eric and his father cracking jokes and occasionally sharing some industry gossip, the atmosphere became much better.
Moreover, the five women were indeed hungry, and his mother's cooking skills were excellent.
If not for maintaining their image, they would surely have eaten with greasy mouths.
"Did you know? That Coppola guy, don't let his kind appearance fool you, he's actually quite petty."
"Back when he was filming 'The Godfather,' Coppola and an actor had a dispute over the plot."
"To get back at him, he filmed a scene of walking up the stairs over 20 times. You know, that was a 200-pound actor."
"Really? I met him at the San Francisco Film Festival, and I didn't feel that way at all." Nicole said in surprise.
"I have one too, I have one too." Eric put down his spoon.
"Do you know Enor Marshall?"
Theron nodded: "He's the producer of 'The Exorcist,' right?"
"That's right, him. Later, he directed a movie called 'Roar,' with his entire family of four as the main actors. The outcome was tragic."
"Did they lose a lot of money?" Gadot asked curiously.
"Losing money is one thing; more importantly, the whole family almost got wiped out."
"The first to get injured was Marshall's son. He was pinned down by a lion for over 20 minutes and ended up with 56 stitches."
"Then Marshall's wife. First, she was thrown off an elephant's back and broke her leg, then she was bitten on the back of the head by a lion, requiring 38 stitches."
"Then Marshall's daughter. She was bitten on the face by a lion, requiring 53 stitches, almost disfiguring her!"
"And Marshall himself. He was attacked even more times, requiring at least a hundred stitches."
"Oh!" Everyone simultaneously showed expressions of unbearable discomfort.
"Eric! We're eating, don't tell scary stories."
"Okay! Okay! Then I'll tell a funny one, Mom."
"When Luc Besson was filming the final scene of 'Léon: The Professional,' he hired hundreds of extras, all dressed in SWAT uniforms."
"And at that very time, a bank robbery happened on the adjacent street."
"The robber, carrying the stolen money, turned the corner and saw these fake SWAT officers. After some internal struggle, he decisively chose to surrender."
"Couldn't he see the cameras?" Mary asked.
"French people are just that stupid, or maybe they're just keen on surrendering."
Pfft.
Hahahahaha.
The meal was very good. Afterward, his mother called all five women into the study. Eric and his father waited outside.
"It looks like everything is going well. This will be a fruitful night."
"Hehe. Jealous?" Eric chuckled mischievously.
"You brat! I'm worried about your health. I've seen too many young male actors break down at a young age."
"Don't worry, Dad, I'm very healthy. Besides, facing them, could you resist?"
"I..."
His father hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. A man who could resist wouldn't be a man.
Time quickly came to eleven o'clock, and Eric was getting a little impatient.
What's going on? They're still not out.
Just as he was about to rush in, the door opened with a click, and six women filed out.
His mother winked at Eric, mission accomplished!
"Only a mother is good in this world; a child with a mother is like a treasure!"
A song unconsciously echoed in Eric's ears. The good days of sleeping together were coming!