"No problem, where do we meet?" After hesitating for a moment, Leon agreed, not just out of consideration for the little head below.
JAY-Z has been too quiet recently. Except for retweeting commercial promotions and Rihanna's new album promotions on social media, there has been no movement.
Generally speaking, such commercial tweets are posted by assistants.
The clamor against Leon a few days ago suddenly stopped.
Now he is very curious about what this King of Brooklyn is up to.
"I'm waiting for you at my home in Tribeca..."
Beyoncé's voice became weaker and weaker. Leon could imagine what would happen next even with his eyes closed.
Comforting a woman in a low period doesn't require any flowery words. Either solve it with money and diamonds or with a hearty exercise.
Convert tears into sweat and vent it out.
Beyoncé can spend more than $2 million on a diamond ring without blinking an eye; money definitely cannot soothe her heart.
Then there is only one way left.
Considering that JAY-Z might return home suddenly at any time, if he catches the two together, the result might not be too good...
At that time, he might forget their identities as public figures in an impulse, pull out a shotgun from the gun cabinet at home, pull the trigger without hesitation, and wipe out the shame on the spot.
Then let professional cleaners clean up the scene afterwards.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Leon replied: "Let's meet at my place; we are close anyway."
"OK dear~ Give me some time to put on makeup."
"Please try to be faster..." Having witnessed Beyoncé's strict requirements for makeup before, Leon couldn't help sweating on his forehead thinking of the scene at that time.
The diva spends at least three hours a day on makeup and choosing clothes.
Returning to the luxury apartment in Tribeca, Leon opened the remaining half bottle of Springbank 30 Year Old Whiskey and poured himself half a glass to warm up for the upcoming fierce battle.
Excessive alcohol intake will make a man completely lose his masculinity, but a moderate amount of alcohol can have a very good positive effect.
While drinking, he fiddled with his phone and discussed acting with Anya.
[I've been reading Stanislavski's An Actor Prepare recently. I never thought acting would be so complicated. Experiential, Method, Representational... I'm really worried I'll screw this up.]
Anya was cultivated by her parents as a wealthy young lady since childhood and received old London aristocratic education.
Ballet, violin, stage play, bel canto, etc., were all involved, but only limited to small performances among student clubs.
To live up to Leon's expectations and show a better state on the big screen, she signed up for two acting training classes in one go.
Leon replied: [Relax, acting doesn't require so much effort for talented people. Only untalented guys rely on those. The more acting training classes open in the US, the more awkwardly physiologically uncomfortable performances on the big screen. I believe you are that genius girl; don't put too much pressure on yourself.]
Anya seemed a bit embarrassed by the praise, replying after five minutes: [I didn't expect my first movie to come so fast. Thank you, Leon. I will definitely bring out my best state!]
As the first movie of Robert Eggers' directing career, he showed super high enthusiasm for The Witch.
While selecting the remaining actors, the shooting location has been finalized—a suburb of an agricultural town in Vermont, eastern New York State.
The filming team is already building the scene there.
If everything goes smoothly, the movie will officially start shooting within a week.
At that time, Anya, as the heroine of both The Witch and Ready Player One, will have to shuttle back and forth between the farm in Vermont and the Warner Bros. shooting base in Buffalo.
Just as Leon was about to put down the phone, the doorbell rang.
Beyoncé stood outside the door, wearing a black thin trench coat. Exaggerated aviator sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat covered half of her face, revealing only plump lips and tempting apple cheeks.
A large section of slender and athletic thighs was exposed from the hem of the trench coat. Transparent high heels paired with bright red nail polish; the breath of a mature woman rushed into the room the moment the door opened.
"Wow... You are even more radiant than before, Miss Beyoncé." Leon took a breath and nodded repeatedly to show respect.
Smack—Beyoncé took off her sunglasses, joy written all over her face.
Kissed him on the cheek, hooked up her calf to take off the high heels.
"No need to be so formal, dear. There is no one else here, right..."
"Of course." Leon poked half his face out to peek outside the door twice and then closed the door, looking guilty like a thief.
Just sitting on the sofa, before he had time to ask what she wanted to drink, Beyoncé grabbed the wine glass and drank his remaining wine in one gulp.
Lying on the sofa, putting her calves on Leon's thighs, a blush floating on her face, staring straight at him with blurry eyes.
Black women never hide their needs in physiological aspects; they are more willing to play the active party in male-female relationships.
Although only possessing part of black blood, the enthusiasm and affinity radiating from Beyoncé indicated that she perfectly inherited this gene.
"First of all, I have to congratulate you. Old Town Road debuted at number two on the Billboard in the first week. You are creating new history!"
Every Thursday is Billboard's chart release day. Leon also just learned about the results of Old Town Road from Billboard's official social media channel.
Normally, it is a long process for a new song to gradually climb the rankings from first entering the Top 100 chart.
Many classic works have to wait for several months on the chart before reaching the top.
Works debuting at the top of the Billboard are rare, and debuting in the TOP 3 is also a remarkable achievement.
Such works all have the potential to become chart-dominating divine singles.
This week's number one is still Leon's work. Due to the huge success of the joint performance with Taylor, many of Taylor's fans dug into the history of his romance with Robbie.
Relying on the gossip enthusiasm of southern fans, We Don't Talk Anymore achieved two consecutive championships on Billboard.
After this wave of heat passes, if no stronger opponent appears, Leon's two works will alternately top the chart for some time in the future.
One album, two promotional songs occupying the top two of Billboard. This album, which has only revealed the tip of the iceberg, has been prematurely crowned as a "Divine Album" by music critics.
"From rock to pop, then to the combination of country music and Trap, it seems no music genre is a problem for you. Even the pickiest music critics in New York can't find fault." Beyoncé poured a glass of whiskey for herself and Leon respectively, rubbing his body with her calves.
"This is not my achievement alone. Max's excellent arrangement helped me a lot." Leon pretended to be modest while sneering in his heart.
The profession of music critic has never relied on the quality of works to speak. If they really told the truth, these people would all starve to death.
Columbia Records spent a lot of promotional funds on Old Town Road. Lion's Den Media's Vibe magazine and music radio stations are vigorously promoting this song.
Plus the rumor that Leon will spend heavily to acquire Z100 radio station, once the transaction is completed, New York's music radio business will be unified.
No radio DJ dares to offend this young man who is very likely to complete the great cause of "new king ascension."
"Your inspiration seems endless. If I need your help, you won't refuse, right?" Beyoncé sat up, her slender palm stroking Leon's cheek.
2011 was not smooth for her. The fourth album 4, placed with high hopes, was called the worst album of her music career by music critics.
Except for Love On Top and Bang Bang created by Leon for her, there were no other influential works throughout the year.
"Of course! If there is a suitable work, I will definitely think of you first!" Leon immediately flashed the new work Shallow in his mind.
Whether considering music style or singing skills, Beyoncé's priority is very high.
Stringer also mentioned Beyoncé's dilemma to him and promised that if a cooperative single is released, Columbia Records is willing to transfer part of the master rights.
This sounds like a win-win strategy, but Leon obviously cannot do this, at least not now.
JAY-Z and Beyoncé are still husband and wife legally. Although superstars of this level must have signed agreements on property boundaries before marriage, in the eyes of most of the public, the wealth between the two is indistinguishable.
Giving the hen that lays golden eggs to someone else's wife is not much different from raising children for others.
Beyoncé leaned on Leon's shoulder, her round chest pressing tightly against his arm. "I'm lucky. Whenever I'm at a low point, you will always be by my side. Many times I feel that deciding to marry early was a huge mistake."
Hearing this, Leon immediately became interested. "You said on the phone that you encountered some annoying things. Can you tell me, dear? I guess it has something to do with JAY-Z?"
Beyoncé nodded with tears in her eyes. "That bastard tramples my bottom line again and again!"
"Tell me what happened? Rihanna again?"
"No, not that Caribbean btch this time." Beyoncé sighed. "My sister saw him entering and leaving our apartment with a third-rate actress. The thought of that btch sleeping in my bed makes me want to vomit! I've had enough of his lies and betrayal!"
"I'm sorry to hear this..." Leon said so, but blossomed with joy in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood why JAY-Z had ceased fire in the public opinion position during this period. The reason turned out to be a fire in the backyard.
Although Beyoncé shows strong affinity on stage, this does not mean she is a woman who will swallow insults.
On the contrary, she is exceptionally tough offstage, spraying dirty words at paparazzi, opening with "Old Lady" (I/me) and closing with "Bastard." Being photographed is not once or twice.
With her athletic figure, if they start fighting, JAY-Z is 100% going to be injured in the situation where he is in the wrong and cannot fight back.
"Why apologize? You are the only person besides my sister I can confide in about this matter. Why was I easily deceived by that bastard at the beginning, silly enough to walk into the marriage hall with such a scumbag..." Beyoncé held Leon's cheeks, eyes rippling.
Celebrity marriages cannot be dissolved as easily as ordinary people's, especially superstars like Beyoncé and JAY-Z.
This involves complex property division agreements and public opinion influence. Poor handling can easily affect one's career.
Britney Spears and Avril Lavigne are typical examples. Both fell from the altar after experiencing divorce storms and have been sluggish since then.
Leon kept savoring the other party's words in his mind, and some dirty ideas popped out of his head uncontrollably.
JAY-Z can have the power today, besides his own good management and frequent luck, largely relies on Beyoncé's fame to provide him with influence.
The influence of public figures is equivalent to wealth.
According to Forbes magazine reports, after getting married in 2008, the two became the first couple in the entertainment industry with a net worth exceeding $1 billion, but the real number is actually not that much.
Except for Bacardi cashing in on the acquisition of JAY-Z's brandy brand D'USSÉ for $220 million.
Therefore, the real assets of the Beyoncé couple should be around $800 million, of which Beyoncé occupies $300 million.
If the two sides really reach the step of divorce, even if there is a prenuptial agreement to avoid splitting property equally, JAY-Z as the at-fault party also has to pay a considerable compensation.
Losing the value of Beyoncé's fame, the shrinkage of his assets in many industries is inevitable.
Leon immediately realized that this might be an excellent opportunity to weaken the old opponent, although the means were not so noble.
"Do not covet your neighbor's wife" means the same as "do not break up others' marriages"; it is a dogma written into the Ten Commandments.
But he didn't care about these at all. His business almost completely overlaps with JAY-Z's, competing in agency, media, record, and other businesses.
Also have to guard against the risk of being shot by Duane Davis at any time.
If the conflict intensifies to a white-hot stage, this will be a powerful trump card.
Thinking so, these words cannot be said in front of Beyoncé.
He hugged Beyoncé tightly in his arms, grinning to his ears, and comforted fake-heartedly: "Maybe things are not as bad as you think. Your sister just saw them walk into the elevator; this doesn't mean anything."
"Don't lie to me; I'm not a little girl anymore." Beyoncé indulged in his arms with a satisfied look. "It was already ten o'clock at night. What else could JAY-Z do taking that woman home? Play poker?"
"I don't know." Leon shrugged. "Maybe chatting about scripts. Didn't you say that woman is an actress? You know JAY-Z always wants everything. It doesn't surprise me if he wants to invest in movies."
"Making movies? He doesn't have talent like you."
Saying that, Beyoncé's body pressed closer. "Failing to keep you at Roc Nation was JAY-Z's biggest mistake. But this is not your fault. Even now you still speak for him, don't you? No matter how those media smear you, I know you are a true knight."
"..."
Leon was rarely praised to the point of not knowing what to say, only able to respond with practical actions, teasing her black tight thermal underwear.
After long-term dance and fitness training, Beyoncé's figure is plump but extremely tight. Plus the delicate skin endowed by black blood, it is as elastic as coffee jelly.
The distance between the two slowly closed, close enough to smell each other's breath.
In the past, Beyoncé would have taken the initiative to attack at this time, but she unexpectedly pushed Leon gently.
Separating the two's lips about to touch with her fingers, "I feel a bit strange today... Remember the first time we were together, my nervous heart was about to jump out of my body, and there was even a trace of guilt."
"What about now?" Leon grinned wickedly.
"Now it seems that feeling is gone." Beyoncé slowly moved her fingers away, eyes trance-like. "My brain is blank, seeing no revelation about the future..."
"Then enjoy the moment." Saying that, Leon pressed forward to complete the shoulder press.
Twenty minutes later, the two leaned on the sofa, beads of sweat hanging from forehead to neck.
Beyoncé's face still had the undissipated afterglow. The "thump-thump" heartbeat seemed to be questioning herself: Was I a bit too crazy just now?
The TV happened to be replaying James Cameron's classic movie Titanic. The plot in the movie and the two people outside the screen seemed particularly fitting.
Watching the scene of Jack and Rose lingering together, Beyoncé couldn't help leaning over again.
Different from the desire just now, at this time her eyes were full of warmth. "I feel we are like the real-life version of Jack and Rose."
Leon turned his head and glanced, saying with a smile, "You are a veritable Black Rose."
Beyoncé burst out laughing, grabbing a cushion on the sofa and throwing it at Leon.
After a brief joy, as the Titanic in the movie slowly sank into the cold North Atlantic, her mood also became a bit low.
"I love this movie even more now. I guess you do too."
"Me?" Leon shook his head. "Honestly, I appreciate Cameron's talent; he is an unattainable box office myth. But I don't like this story very much."
Hearing his rational analysis completely from the perspective of a filmmaker, Beyoncé couldn't help pouting and asked seriously: "Why don't you like this beautiful story?"
"Beautiful?" Leon tilted his head, looking at Jack slowly closing his eyes on the wooden board on the screen, and said without thinking:
"I like happy endings (comedies)."