sinovels Chapter 152 Hunting the Great White Sheep
Chapter 152 Hunting the Great White Sheep
Chapter 152 Hunting the Great White Sheep
After a brief conversation with Robert Iger, the two went their separate ways.
One is the head of MGM, a super tycoon, who is always surrounded by a crowd eager to curry favor with him.
The other is the CEO of MGM. At this grand banquet for his own company, as the host, he needs to move among the guests to ensure that every important person feels the respect they deserve. Naturally, he cannot leave the guests unattended.
On the other side of the banquet hall, in the food area, Ernst walked slowly between the long tables with a plate in his hand.
The gleaming silver spoons refracted tiny sparkles under the light, clinking crisply against the glassware. The food laid out on the long table was a visual feast, offering a complete array of delicacies.
The fluffy cream pastry is topped with fresh berries, with bright red strawberries and vibrant green mint leaves complementing each other beautifully. In the chilled seafood platter, lobster tails gleam enticingly, and oysters are still glistening with fine water droplets.
The sliced steak has a distinct marbling and is served with various sauces, exuding a rich meaty aroma.
Ernst grabbed almost anything he liked, and before long, the huge plate was piled high with various foods arranged in a neat and orderly fashion.
"Don't you need to manage your figure?" A childish voice suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a sweet fragrance—the unique scent of a high-end perfume mixed with the fragrance of a young girl's hair.
Ernst turned around and saw two beautiful women, one tall and one short, standing in front of him.
The older woman wore an apologetic smile, while the younger girl looked up, her clear eyes filled with questions, as if waiting for an answer.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Garfield, Emma is being inconsiderate," the older woman said first, her voice gentle and pleasant.
"Just call me Ernst." He gave a friendly smile, his gaze lingering briefly on the other person. "That's what everyone calls me."
The woman wore a black, off-the-shoulder, form-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her curves. A dark purple ribbon was tied at the neckline, its end hanging down naturally, adding a touch of dynamism to the overall look.
Her long golden hair was carefully styled into a bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender, fair neck. A pair of sky-blue gemstone pendants rose and fell gently with her breath, shimmering with a deep light under the lamplight, as if they contained the stars and the sea.
"You look very beautiful tonight, Ms. Roberts."
The striking pair of beauties before us are Julia Roberts, a hot Hollywood actress in the 1990s, and her daughter Emma Roberts, who is regarded by outsiders as her niece but is actually her adopted daughter.
"Just call me Julia, it's more friendly." Julia nodded slightly, her smile becoming even gentler.
"Hey, you can't do this! I asked the question first!" Little Emma was clearly unhappy with the adults' small talk. She put her hands on her hips, turned her body slightly to one side, and looked up at the two of them with a pout. Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly with emotion.
In her view, her problem was being completely ignored, and this feeling of being neglected made her particularly unhappy. Her small brows furrowed tightly, like an annoyed kitten.
Ernst looked at the girl's face, which was already showing signs of beauty, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
He slowly crouched down and reached out to stroke her hair, but Emma nimbly dodged him.
The girl's face showed obvious anger, and her childish voice carried an undeniable firmness: "I'm not a child anymore."
"Emma," Julia Roberts immediately scolded softly, glancing cautiously at Ernst. Seeing no anger on his face, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Don't be so rude."
She wanted to say something more, but Ernst raised his hand to indicate that she didn't need to worry about it, "It's okay."
He then turned to Emma, his face showing sincere apology. "I'm sorry, I apologize for ignoring your question earlier, beautiful Ms. Roberts."
Emma Roberts glanced at him, her face still stern, but the corners of her tightly closed lips couldn't hide the smile that was about to burst forth.
"You still haven't answered my question."
Ernst stood up, picked up the plate on the table, and gestured, "Because I expend a lot of energy, I need to eat more food to replenish it."
Emma's eyes lit up instantly, like two stars that had been lit up.
She stared at Ernst with an innocent look and asked eagerly, "Can you teach me this method? My aunt always tells me to manage my figure and not to eat too many sweets and fruits, but I really like them."
"Then exercise more," Ernst said, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Julia Roberts.
He acted instinctively, without any ulterior motive, but the Hollywood beauty seemed to misunderstand him. A faint blush instantly appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes became somewhat evasive, but she showed no sign of anger.
Julia Roberts felt no anger at all; instead, a hint of pride rose within her.
Rumors circulated that this newly rich American was a notorious playboy, but now it seems that's not true at all.
The thought that the other person might have feelings for her inexplicably filled her with joy.
So what if I'm almost thirty? So what if I have a big mouth?
What hasn't this tycoon seen and tasted? Doesn't he still want to get close to her? Isn't that enough to prove his charm?
He felt a little melancholy and hesitant. Should he take the opportunity to continue the conversation and give the other person some hints?
After all, I've been divorced for two years now, and the loneliness I feel often washes over me as I live alone.
No matter how big or rough those cold toys are, they can't replace real warmth, can they?
But before she could make up her mind, Ernst spoke first, "Excuse me, I have something to attend to, please excuse me."
He wasn't unaware of Julia's unusual behavior; it was just that the fleeting figure that had passed by the banquet hall entrance had instantly captured his attention.
We'll talk about this flower later; some of the buds are almost withered, so we have to pick them now.
Ernst's sudden departure left many guests in the banquet hall looking disappointed. Holding their wine glasses, they watched his retreating figure, their faces filled with regret.
It's such a shame that they missed this opportunity to connect with Hollywood's powerful figures.
Meanwhile, at the hotel entrance on the other side, Ernst strode over to the familiar figure and said casually, "It's hard to get a taxi at this hour. How about I give you a ride?"
"My agent will be here soon—Ernst?" Nicole Kidman was in a bad mood, thinking it was some inconsiderate man trying to pick her up again, and her tone was clearly impatient.
But when she turned around and saw who it was, she was stunned.
The man in front of her was the culprit who had recently disrupted her life.
Her relationship with Tom Cruise has recently deteriorated rapidly, and the trigger for everything is this man.
After Ernst drove her home that day, Tom Cruise gave her a cold shoulder and spoke to her in a sarcastic tone, which led to a heated argument between the two.
It was during that argument that Nicole learned that Tom suspected her of having an affair with Ernst and betraying their marriage.
Although her agent later testified, seemingly explaining the situation, Tom Cruise's suspicions resurfaced once again after she was confirmed as the lead actress in "Shakespeare in Love".
Furthermore, with Tom Cruise's return to Scientology, the arguments between the two became increasingly frequent, and their once seemingly perfect marriage was now merely a shell, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Nicole felt that all her misfortune stemmed from the man in front of her.
The pent-up grievances and anger erupted like a volcano the moment he saw Ernst.
Fortunately, Ernst's car arrived in time. He quickly opened the car door, shoved Nicole, who was about to explode with emotion, inside without saying a word, and got in himself. The car soon drove away from the hotel.
If someone with ulterior motives were to capture this scene, who knows what tomorrow's headlines would be about.
But some things are unavoidable. On a dark rooftop in the distance from the West Season Hotel, a Black reporter stood steadily, holding a high-definition camera.
He stopped pressing the shutter button in frustration, ending his eighteen years of single-minded speed.
"What a pity. If I could have captured more intimate scenes, I would have made a fortune," he muttered to himself, his tone full of regret.
But then he thought about it again and became excited, a big smile spreading across his face. "But it doesn't matter, these photos are enough to fetch a good price."
The Hollywood golden couple didn't leave together; instead, the woman got into Ernst's car. This leaves plenty of room for speculation and is enough to cause a huge uproar in the entertainment industry.
In a dark corner of the Four Seasons Hotel lobby, Tom Cruise stood there with a gloomy expression, radiating a low-pressure atmosphere.
Nicole Kidman had just told him she wasn't feeling well and was planning to leave, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Ernst hurriedly walk out of the banquet hall.
Tom Cruise's alarm bells were ringing; his intuition told him that something was amiss.
He followed discreetly and witnessed his wife getting into the other man's car and driving away together.
"You bitch, I actually believed your lies." Tom Cruise clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation.
"I'm probably already green with envy by now, aren't I?" He stared intently in the direction the car had disappeared, his chest heaving violently, burning with anger yet utterly helpless.
He knew he couldn't beat Ernst, but that didn't mean he'd let the woman who betrayed him get away with it.
"Just wait and see, I will definitely ruin your reputation."
The moment he turned and walked back into the banquet hall, Tom Cruise once again reverted to his usual sunny and handsome image.