Chapter 470: Superb Parents

On July 25th, in a hotel near Federation Square in Manhattan, an FBI official pushed open the door of a guest room and signaled to the inside, "Mrs. Jovovich, Miss, please come in."

A stool was placed on one side of the door, and a police officer in a New York police uniform was sitting there upright.

"You can contact this police officer for small daily matters. If you think of anything, we will be next door." The FBI official pointed to the sitting police officer. "There is a telephone in the room. You can make outside calls with permission, but all calls will be recorded."

"I can't go out?" Mira poked her head in and looked inside twice, quite satisfied.

"No." The FBI official said bluntly: "You can't step out of this room until your witness status takes effect."

"How long?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.

"It won't be long if things go well," the fbi official replied.

"Is there no specific time? The agreement we reached in France is not like this." Mrs. Jovovich looked at the lawyer behind her.

"Be patient for now." The lawyer pointed to Mira's manager, "We will keep an eye on it."

"Honey." Mrs. Jovovich nervously hugged her lover, who was also her daughter's manager, "We have nothing left."

"Things are already like this, can we still pick and choose? Just bear with it." The manager comforted her.

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

"Persuade her more about those things." The manager whispered to her back.

"I will." Mrs. Jovovich nodded, holding back her tears.

"Then you guys rest first." The manager helped her carry her luggage in.

After a little settlement, Mrs. Jovovich sent her lover to the door, immediately covered her face, closed the door and sobbed.

Mira didn't come to comfort her either, she just opened the trolley case and put the two people's clothes into the closet in the guest room.

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

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

"We want to eat something."

"Remember what I just said? The door." The fbi officer hung up the phone.

Mrs. Jovovich pushed open the door and repeated it to the police officer standing outside.

Expressionlessly, the other party handed her three takeaway leaflets, one for a pizzeria, one for a coffee shop, and one for a Chinese restaurant.

"Is that all? I remember there is a hotel restaurant upstairs."

The other party didn't respond, and had an expression on his face that he liked to eat or not.

"Uh, then we want two servings of fried noodles and latte." She had no choice but to order Chinese food and coffee.

The officer pressed the intercom, "Bring double chow mein and lattes to the two ladies."

"Let's deal with it first."

Mrs. Jovovich closed the door, and Mila was already lying on the bed in the bedroom, silently flipping through the book she brought, "You are stronger than I imagined, Mila."

Mira said nothing.

She had to close the bedroom door and turn on the TV, which was playing The Late Show with David Letterman.

"Aplus, this is the second time for you to come to my show, remember? In 1991, you were still young at that time." David Letterman asked Song Ya, who was clasping fingers with Mariah Carey.

"Yes, but we went the wrong way when we came here. I thought you were..." Song Ya smiled and pointed in other directions, and the audience who understood the stalk immediately laughed.

David Letterman has just switched from nbc to cbs, and the style and popularity of the show have basically remained the same.

"I hope they still keep my studio." David Letterman lowered his head and smiled for a while, then caught the stalk, "When did you and Kelly become good friends? Kelly is a few years older than you, isn't she? ?”

"Uh, actually we debuted in the same year." Song Ya replied.

"Really?" Mariah Carey asked.

"Yes, 90 years.

Song Ya looked at her, "Do you remember?" Home of the Detroit Pistons, when you sang 'America Beautiful'. "

"I remembered." As a diva, this kind of show is a small scene, and Mariah Carey's acting skills are not covered.

"Wait, wait." David Letterman counted on his fingers, "Aplus you were only sixteen at the time, right?"

The audience booed.

"Didn't your question just know each other? We probably met at that time." Song Ya said: "I went to the backstage to find her after listening to that song."

"So you took the initiative?"

"No, I was conquered by her singing voice. You know, a pure songwriter is attracted by the singer's talent."

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

"Mariah Carey, were you also conquered by him at that time?" David Letterman shifted the question target.

"No, he was very rude at the time, and he smirked at me as soon as he entered the door, like this." Mariah Carey imitated Song Ya's smile exaggeratedly.

The audience was amused again by diva's rare ugly face.

"So when did you become friends?" David Letterman asked.

Song Ya made an expression of reminiscence, "Later I went to Sony Columbia headquarters to record songs, and a producer of her album lent me her recording studio for three days, but I was so absorbed that I fell asleep in her recording studio On the fourth day, then, she showed up."

"I was pissed," Mariah Carey said. "A boy was sleeping on the couch in my studio, snoring, stinking all over the place."

"Have it?"

"have."

"I do not 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 booed again.

"So then you guys finished empirestate of mind together?" The interview continued, David Letterman deftly shifted the topic to music, and then began to help promote Mariah Carey's new album.

Mrs. Jovovich was fascinated until the end of the show. At the request of David Letterman, Song Ya hugged Princess Mariah Carey and ended the show amidst warm cheers and applause from the audience.

She sighed slightly, turned around, and saw Mira leaning against the bedroom door, also fascinated by the TV.

"You have to call him," she said to her daughter.

"Why!? You made me feel ashamed enough!" Mira let out a signature scream and threw the book in her hand to the ground.

"That's your bastard father's fault!"

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

"I won't." Mira slammed the bedroom door.

"Don't be self-willed, Mira." Mrs. Jovovich hurriedly opened the door and followed in, and persuaded Mira who fell on the bed and covered her head with a quilt: "It won't cause him any trouble, just use him Just provide testimony and relevant evidence to prove that those gifts were given to you by him and are your private property."

"I've made so much money, and now I'm still living on gifts from my ex-boyfriend?" Mira yelled under the covers, "No, I won't, it's too embarrassing."

"Now there is still a question of whether to lose face or not."

Mrs. Jovovich said: "You don't need to call, then Mark Horton..."

"I will not beg that old man."

"He's not yet forty, and he likes you, I can tell," Mrs. Jovovich said.

"He's a married man!" Mira yelled out from under the covers.

"He is willing to help you complete the remaining album with sbk. We must hand over an album to sbk before your singer contract with sbk expires next year! Otherwise, we will not be able to pay liquidated damages!"

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

"The matter of liquidated damages is settled, what about our life in the future?"

Mrs. Jovovich was reluctant, "You can hang on to Mark Horton. Get his lyrics first. His creative ability is not as good as aplus, but after all he can make records that sell money. He likes you very much. France, didn't he show us those songs? Didn't you say you liked those songs? You should have learned the skills of women, those men are..."

"Oh! My God!"

Mira covered the quilt again, "I have a pair of parents!"