RBCT Chapter 158 Actor Couple
Chapter 158 Actor Couple
Chapter 158 Actor Couple
Just as Robert Iger said, Tom Cruise's fan base is indeed huge.
The scene below the MGM headquarters building at this moment undoubtedly confirms this point once again.
From the time Ernst arrived at MGM headquarters until he left, it took no more than two hours, yet more than a thousand Tom Cruise fans gathered downstairs at MGM.
These people were holding large posters, the words written in markers glaringly bright in the sunlight.
"Apologize to Tom Cruise"
"Get out of Hollywood"
There were all sorts of slogans, mostly angry rants against Ernst.
A small number of extreme fans launched a chorus of insults, attracting many employees and passersby.
Inside the car, the dark leather seats gleamed with a soft sheen, and a faint scent of cedar filled the air.
Ernst looked at the emotionally charged crowd outside through the one-way glass, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.
An apology? He sneered inwardly. Only a fool would stand up and apologize at this moment.
Let alone a big shot like him, it's perfectly normal for him to have a fling with a female celebrity.
Even those little-known celebrities wouldn't be foolish enough to come forward and clarify things in this kind of situation.
What does an apology mean? It means admitting that I did it.
If you don't admit you did it, why bother apologizing?
We're just friends, and we went out together. Is that illegal?
Who says there can't be pure friendship between men and women? Isn't this what happens now?
He raised his hand and pressed the button next to the seat, and the soundproof panel separating the cockpit from the front slowly lowered.
"Is the airport ready?" His voice was calm and even, as if the commotion downstairs had never bothered him.
Muller, in the co-pilot's seat, turned around. "Carson Hernandez just sent word that everything is ready and we can take off at any time."
Ernst grunted and raised the partition again.
I can't stay in Los Angeles any longer. These brainless fans may not be able to cause any big waves, but they're still annoying, buzzing around like flies.
The most important thing is that it's embarrassing to be waiting for him downstairs at the MGM every day. Even though I'm from California, I still have my pride.
He had been planning to go to New York anyway, to attend a business cocktail party hosted by Goldman Sachs, so he figured he might as well go there in advance to get some peace and quiet.
He had not originally planned to participate in this trip to New York.
These kinds of business cocktail parties are basically just insincere small talk and exchanges of benefits, which hold no appeal for him.
But when he saw those familiar names on the guest list, he changed his mind.
The party was scheduled for May 16th. He had originally planned to stay in Los Angeles for a few days to network with the women, but now it seemed that was out of the question.
The convoy drove smoothly into the airport and eventually stopped on a private tarmac.
The plane's massive wings gleamed metallically in the sunlight, resembling a lurking silver giant.
As soon as the car door opened, two furry figures rushed over, barking, and leaped onto the car, excitedly licking Ernst's cheeks and the back of his hands.
"Hey, that's enough." Ernst laughed and pushed them away, but the two little guys showed no sign of stopping.
"Stop!" He deliberately raised his voice, and the two dogs finally calmed down, though their tails were still wagging like rattles, and joy could be seen in their bright black eyes.
This trip back to Los Angeles was also partly due to these two little ones.
Liu Huiying planned to take three days off to go back to her hometown. There was no one to take care of the dog at home, and Ernst naturally couldn't ignore it.
Now that he was flying directly to New York, he had Tom drive over to pick them up.
"You guys are lucky. On your second flight, you're on your own private jet." Ernst said, stroking their heads and tapping their noses with his finger.
It's as if it's saying: Don't forget who gave you all this wonderful life. If anything happens in the future, you'll be the ones to suffer.
However, looking at these two round, chubby fellows, Ernst felt that he couldn't really count on them if something happened.
This is a purebred American Bully, with naturally sculpted, perfect muscle definition, born with a fierce gene.
But the two pectoral muscles in front of me, which should have been well-defined, were completely covered by a thick layer of fat.
If you couldn't feel the firmness of the muscles underneath by touching them, who would believe they were American bullies? They've been fed like two little pigs.
Thankfully, John couldn't see what those two guys looked like now, otherwise they probably would have kicked him in the butt.
As he led his two dogs onto the plane and stepped into the cabin, the two puppies started declaring their territory right in front of him, urinating precisely at the bedroom doorway.
"No wonder everyone says they want to be a dog. They live in mansions, fly on airplanes, relieve themselves anywhere and have people wait on them, do nothing, and get everything for free. I want to be one too."
He shook his head and walked into the bedroom, casually tossing his coat on the sofa before changing into comfortable silk pajamas.
Not long after, the cabin door was gently pushed open, and flight attendant Merlin walked in carrying an exquisite fruit platter.
She wore a tailor-made sky-blue uniform that made her skin look even whiter, and her face was full of smiles.
The flight attendant who had impressed Ernst when he first chartered a private jet had finally gotten the chance to serve him exclusively.
Besides Merlin, another member of her crew was named Alyosha, a Ukrainian.
Merlin is the petite, gentle, and charming type, while Alyosha is tall and strong, with the deep eyes and hot figure typical of Ukrainian beauties.
"Master, would you like to try some of today's grapes? They're very sweet." Merlin placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, her voice as gentle as water.
You little vixen, it seems all fruit platters are the same.
He beckoned, and Merlin obediently walked to his side, where he was pulled into his arms.
He lowered his head and gently inhaled the faint scent of her perfume at her neck. After teasing her for a moment, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Go and call Alyosha in."
He had heard Merlin mention Alyosha before, saying that she had only joined the company half a month ago and hadn't officially flown a flight yet, so she was considered a newcomer.
Previously, when leasing private jets, Merlin usually served alone. Now, this is his own private jet, equipped with two flight attendants, which is also to prepare for any unexpected situations, so he chose Alyosha.
On the way back, Ernst couldn't enjoy it because of the Australian Aries. This long journey was a good way to relieve the boredom of time.
The plane soared smoothly into the sky, leaving the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles far behind.
Ernst enjoyed royal treatment in the cabin, completely unaffected by the rumors with Nicole Kidman, but the other party involved did not have such a good attitude.
The atmosphere in the Beverly Hills villa was oppressively suffocating. Tom Cruise stared gloomily at his wife on the opposite sofa.
Tom Cruise sat on the leather sofa in the living room, looking at Nicole Kidman across from him with a gloomy expression.
On the coffee table in front of him were several tabloids from today, all of which had headlines about the other party's affair with Ernst. Some newspapers even used extremely vulgar language to imply that the cuckold on his head was too green.
As one of Hollywood's hottest stars, he possesses a handsome appearance, a significant position, and inexhaustible wealth, yet he never imagined that he would be cuckolded like this, and the person who cuckolded him was someone he could not afford to offend.
This feeling of suffocation was like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Don't you want to say anything?"
Nicole Kidman was wearing a silk robe, her still-damp hair clearly indicating she had just taken a shower, and she was lounging lazily on the sofa.
Her face was expressionless, and her eyes held no trace of the love they once had, only a stagnant calm.
"What did you say?" she asked indifferently, her tone devoid of any emotion.
"You've brought me such a disgrace, how can you be so at ease without a trace of guilt?" Tom Cruise couldn't hold back any longer, suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointed at Nicole Kidman and roared angrily.
Those tabloids will stop at nothing to grab attention. Some tabloids, always eager for a good show, don't condemn the adulterous woman in front of them, but instead say that she's impotent, which is why Nicole cheated on him.
What angered him even more was that there were actually people who believed those lies.
Nicole Kidman, however, remained seated calmly, seemingly oblivious to his outburst. After a long while, she slowly spoke, "Shame? Guilt? I think you're the one who should be apologizing."
Her eyes sharpened. "Don't think I don't know about the dirty things you do in church. Do you really go there every time for some so-called purification of the soul?"
There was no remorse in her tone, but rather a sense of self-righteousness: "I've said it before, Ernst and I had no relationship whatsoever. As for you, you know best what you did."
On the way back, her agent had already spoken with her to confirm whether there was any possibility of reconciliation between them.
After Nicole Kidman gave a firm denial, her agent told her seriously that no matter how much Tom Cruise pressed her, she absolutely could not admit to having any relationship with Ernst that went beyond friendship.
Because Tom Cruise is likely to record the conversation and use it as evidence to force her to leave with nothing.
So at this moment, Nicole Kidman fully demonstrated her acting skills as a Hollywood actress.
We've all been working our way up in Hollywood for years, everyone knows how to act a few scenes, right? Since you like acting, I'll play along to the end.
She sneered inwardly. A week had passed, and now she was only now thinking of questioning her? Wasn't it a bit too late?
This hypocritical act disgusted her.
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