Chapter 919: The defeated daughter

Eric sat back on the sofa and didn't mention the table. Melanie naturally didn't take the initiative. He came over and said: "Eric, it's already six o'clock. If there is nothing else, I and Carlo. Lin went to the hotel."
"When you go to the hotel, you can live here. We will fly directly to New York tomorrow morning, and we won't have to run around again," Eric said. He didn't hear the two women's responses. He looked up and saw. To Caroline’s red face, Melanie’s expression was a bit unnatural, and she couldn’t help but smile. Eric said again:
Do not worry, I will not harass you, but if you both dare tonight Attack me, I will also resist."
Melanie listened to Eric’s jokes and smirked. He came over and Carolyn squeezed on a single sofa and grabbed her petite body.
Eric, maybe someone I hope to be harassed by you."
"Where!"
Melanie’s voice just fell, Carolyn’s rebuttal’s resentment, and Eric and Melanie laughed at the same time. Caroline buried her face in Melanie’s arms. in.
"Well, don't bully Caroline," after a moment, Eric took the initiative to converge with a smile, and said to Melanie: "Is the sales of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone in the first week?"

Last week, relying on the powerful global distribution capabilities of News Corp.'s Harper Collins Press, the first Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, was in the UK, the US, Canada, and Australia. The main English-speaking countries are all online.
In order to make this novel famous as soon as possible, the Firefly Group has created a set of publicity programs in accordance with the mode of film distribution. In the month before the official release of this novel, all aspects of preheating propaganda have been launched, with the official form of the novel. On the shelves, the media channels such as TV, movies, internet, magazines, and newspapers in the entire firefly system have spared no effort in promoting the "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone".
Melanie will still be ashamed of Carolyn in her arms and replied: "I still have a call with Harper Collins at noon. The result is still in statistics, the detailed data will not come out until the day after tomorrow, but From the initial feedback, the sales volume in the first week of the world should not be less than 100,000 copies."
Eric nodded with satisfaction but was not too excited.
In the memory, the last Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, has a global sales volume of 11 million copies in 24 hours. Compared to this, the start is not counted. what.
Melanie is somewhat curious about Eric's calm performance: "Eric has sold more than 100,000 copies in the first week of the world. With this sales data, "Harry Potter" is enough to board in most countries. The bestseller list, are you still not satisfied?"
Eric shook his head and said: "Of course I am satisfied, but I feel that it is far from reaching the limit of this novel."
"So how many books do you think this novel should sell?"
"I can't guess this, I'm not a prophet," Eric put a resume in his hand and looked at the name of the last resume. The corner of his mouth suddenly showed a smile.
Melanie didn't notice the subtle changes in Eric. When she thought about it, she couldn't help but say: "In fact, many times I feel that you are really like a prophet, just like this Harry. Like Potter's Stone, you seem to know that it will succeed in advance, so you will invest so much resources in propaganda."
Eric looked at Marisa Mayer's resume and nodded. "Well, you know it yourself. Don't pass it out, I will kill it."

Oh,
Melanie smiled and patted Caroline’s back.
There is still one already knowing what, what are you going to do?

Caroline finally sat up from Melanie's arms, her face still red, and her nephew glanced at Eric, and sneaked away.
Eric did not follow Melanie’s words and smashed Caroline. After reading Marisa Mayer’s resume, she said,
Let her, call Kelly and let her name this name Mary. Miss Shayer Meyer arranged the entry procedure."
Melanie only noticed that Eric’s hand was the one she had deliberately put on the bottom of her resume, and her mouth was open. However, when she remembered the desktop scratching incident, she would not dare to reveal other Heterochrome, took the resume from Eric’s hands, thought about it, or said:
Eric, don’t you have to interview her personally? She is a graduate of Stanford University and may still be Palo Alto."
Stanford University was next to the Atherton Rich Area. Eric heard Melanie’s reminder, and then he remembered, and nodded.
You call and ask if she is in Palo Alto, tomorrow morning. Let her come over for breakfast, if not, go to Los Angeles to go to work."
As I said, Eric’s cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked at the electric display. He got up and said to Melanie:
I’m going to take a shower, you can help me prepare hot water, and dinner. I will hand it over to you. If you don't do it, you can call a takeaway."
Looking at Eric's self-going walk to the backyard to answer the phone, Melanie looked up at Carolyn's little face and looked at it. The tone was very pitiful: "Hey, I am a maid's life, he seems I didn't think about letting you help him prepare the bath water."
Caroline blushes again, takes Melanie's hand away, and gets up and pulls her: "Go, let's go, I can help you."
The West Coast of the United States is already in the evening, Brisbane on the east coast of Australia, less than two in the afternoon.
On the road to Brisbane Airport, John Cole, who was driving her daughter to the airport, was very angry at this time, or she returned to Brisbane for her summer vacation. During the three months, she looked at herself. John Cole has always been in some kind of undeniable anger, no matter how unappreciated clothes and jewelry and expensive everyday items.
Now, he finally couldn't help but erupt, almost patted the steering wheel of the white Toyota car and shouted at the rearview mirror: "So, Eric Williams puts a plane to pick you up, he Why send a plane to pick you up?"
Already leaving Australia, Miranda Kerr finally did not want to endure his father. This summer, the father and the daughter actually broke out of the clashes more than once, so they bluntly said: "Eric likes me."
If it wasn't on the highway, John Cole would almost step on the brakes. He couldn't guess these things. He just kept his daughter from breaking. He couldn't always attack: "Hah, you know how old you are. He is a crime, I want to sue him."
"You sue, anyway, I will not stand on your side." Miranda Kerr did not show weakness, but retorted: "The US federal court may not even accept your lawsuit."
John Cole took a hard shot on the steering wheel and shouted: "Don't forget, I am your father. If I don't allow it, don't even think about it."
"The legs are on me, where do I want to go!"
Listening to the increasingly fierce dispute between the father and the daughter, Thales Cole sitting in the co-pilot quickly patted her husband's shoulder and blamed the daughter in the back row: "Miranda, since, since Mr. Williams sent the plane to pick you up. Why didn’t you say that your father was afraid that you were not comfortable on the plane? I also bought a first class ticket for you. Now the refund is very expensive.

Miranda Kerr originally wanted to surprise her parents. Listening to her mother, it doesn't matter: "Mom, a few hundred Australian dollars, no more."
John Cole snorted coldly: "Yes, no more, no, you are today, no, you don't want to leave Brisbane anymore, wait for us to go back."
"Then you better interrupt my leg first, or else I will run out and never come back later."
"Then I will interrupt your leg. Do you think I am afraid?"
Miranda Kerr noticed the father's gaze in the rearview mirror, shrank his neck and pulled the front mother's hand and shook: "Mom, look at him."
"John, don't scare the child so much."
John Colton vented his anger on his wife: "It's all you, you spoiled her. I didn't agree with her to go to Los Angeles. Now it's good, just how much you want to be someone else's lover."
Miranda Kerr was dissatisfied again: "Hey, Eric is not married yet, maybe I will be his wife in the future."
"Who would want you to marry your crazy head."
"Dad, I know, you are embarrassed."
"..."
The car was quiet for a moment, and John Cole took a hard shot on the steering wheel and made up his mind. When he got to the airport, he must smash the so-called private jet of Eric Williams. Bring the daughter back.
Brisbane Airport is just off the coast of the city. After a few minutes, the Toyota sedan stops at the parking lot outside the airport.
John Cole made up his mind to make a big noise, watching his wife take the baggage out of the trunk to help her daughter, but did not stop, but did not mean to help.
Miranda Kerr had just pulled out her Chanel girl, and she saw a man and a woman coming towards them.
When the other side approached, Miranda finally saw it. It was her assistant Claire Greene. After Icm let Claire accompany her to the Bahamas, she had been the role of her life assistant.
Knowing each other, Miranda ran over passionately: "Hey, Claire, how come you?"
Claire Glenney and Miranda embraced and said with a smile: "Mr. Williams called me to follow me. Oh, this is the captain of our plane, Mr. Paul Koennis."
"Hello, Mr. Coneys," Miranda smiled sweetly, reaching out with the tall middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man gently shook Miranda's little hand and smiled and nodded. "Call me Paul, but Miss."
"Okay, Paul, um, this is my mother, Thales Cole, and, this is my father, John Cole." Miranda introduced them enthusiastically, and there was no expression with his father. There is a trace of awkwardness. This Nizi is actually very savvy. If the father really does not let her leave Brisbane today, it will be very troublesome. Therefore, according to the character of his father's love face, he has decisively changed his strategy.
Sure enough, when Paul Kenneth and Claire Greene politely extended their hand to John Cole with respect, with respect to John Cole, the fire of John Cole suddenly dissipated more than half, involuntarily with each other. Shake hands.
After a chill, Paul Koennis said to Miranda: "So, Miss Kello, the plane is ready, let's go?"
When I heard Paul Cornish, John Colton reacted, what was being said, and Miranda, who noticed his father’s face, had already sprung up: "Paul, can you take off later, I want to take my mom and dad." Go to the plane and see."
Paul Kenneth still had a faint smile on his face and nodded. "Of course, no problem, Mr. Cole, Ms. Cole, please come with me."
Watching Claire taking the initiative to take Miranda's suitcase from his own hands, worried about what the husband made in a special move, Thales Cole stepped forward and grabbed his arm, whispered: "Go, John, don't Let people see jokes."
Reaching out and not smiling, John Cole’s impulse to just smash the plane has dissipated a lot. Pretending to look at his wife with helplessness, he barely lifted his heels.
Through the vip channel, plus the private jet, the security process is much simpler. After a few minutes, everyone enters the airport.
John Cole looked at the huge shape of the Boeing 767 in front of him, and swept his eyes around. Brisbane Airport was not too big. Of the more than ten planes parked nearby, only two or three aircraft were more than the length of the aircraft. 50 meters of behemoth.
Miranda Kerr’s eyes flashed brightly, like an excited bird, pulling his mother on the ramp and disappearing into the cabin soon.
Captain Paul Königs saw that John Cole did not keep up, and took the initiative to politely recommend other crew members to John Cole.
John Cole mechanically shook hands with everyone. At the end, he couldn’t help but ask: "Paul, this plane is specially designed to pick up Miranda?"
As an ordinary middle class, John Cole’s cognition, most of the private jets are small planes that are a few meters or a dozen meters long. Take this Boeing, which is only one grade smaller than the largest wide-body aircraft, as a private The plane, he saw it for the first time, but he never thought about it. This kind of thing would be associated with his daughter...
Paul Koennis nodded politely and said, "Yes, John, is there any problem?"
"That," John Cole lowered his voice with some guilty conscience: "This way you fly from Los Angeles, probably, you have a lot of money?"

If it’s a single lease, go back and forth from Los Angeles and the price is $500,000.

John Cole’s heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of powerlessness, and his body shape was even less awkward. He’s worth $500,000, which is close to $700,000. He hasn’t seen so much money in his life. The thought that wants to stop her daughter from going to Los Angeles has disappeared completely. John Cole can’t help but think that if the $500,000 can be realized, how good it is, the family can change the house and change the car. A good car, you can even buy a yacht. Now, just flying a glimpse of Los Angeles is a waste.
This defeated daughter! (To be continued.)