Chapter 12 The Blooming English Rose

morning.

In the woods outside the villa, the birds were singing loudly.

Zeta-Jones opened her sleepy eyes and felt them a little dry, which was a sign of not getting enough sleep.

She rubbed her eyes with her hand, then looked down and saw the blue marks on the mountain, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Livestock have endless strength and energy.

She carefully sat up, the blanket sliding off, revealing her beautiful curves.

I looked around the room, but didn't see the man.

After getting off the Simmons mattress, Zeta-Jones felt sore all over. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy last night.

She picked up the bathrobe that was neatly folded on the side and must have been prepared long ago, put it on, and walked barefoot into the bathroom in the bedroom.

After washing up in the bathroom, I looked at my beautiful, radiant face in the mirror, and the many tiny marks on my body that showed signs of being played with too much.

Thinking of the madness of last night, she couldn't help but lick her red lips.

After washing up, Zeta-Jones walked out of the bedroom barefoot in her bathrobe.

The corridor leading from the bedroom to the living room on the second floor has an outer wall made of a whole piece of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

Looking down through the floor-to-ceiling window, Zeta-Jones stopped.

She looked down with somewhat blurry eyes, overlooking Los Angeles, Hollywood, and more than half of Beverly Hills.

This is the most charming part of the Beverly Hills mansion, it gives people the feeling of overlooking the mountains.

Especially for those who work hard here and dream of becoming Hollywood stars, the attraction is extremely great.

After looking at her with fascinated eyes for a few minutes, her rumbling stomach reminded Zeta-Jones.

Her body must replenish energy now.

Leave the French window and go to the living room on the second floor.

Zeta-Jones didn't see Minogue, or anyone else.

Only in a corner of the living room on the second floor was a middle-aged white woman in a maid's outfit seen.

After seeing her come out, the white woman stepped forward with a smile, "Hello, Miss Jones, I'm Marina Aris, the housekeeper here..."

Through communicating with Marina, Zeta-Jones realized that it was almost noon.

The owner of this place, Milo, left early in the morning, saying he was going to San Francisco on business.

Marina was told to stay here and take care of Zeta-Jones who had not yet woken up.

I heard Marina say that if I wanted to continue living here, I could, and if I wanted to leave she would help me arrange a car.

I’m not leaving, Zeta-Jones thought.

If I leave now, wouldn't last night's work be in vain? Zeta-Jones smiled and said, "I'm a little hungry, Marina, can you help me prepare some food?"

"Oh, of course."

Marina smiled and said, "I'll ask the cook to arrange it right away."

Soon, Zeta-Jones was in the second-floor restaurant.

While admiring the paintings on the wall, she began to eat a meal that she was not sure whether it was lunch or breakfast.

Through testing and communicating with Marina, Zeta-Jones realized that the owner here had no intention of driving her away.

Whether you want to leave or stay here, it’s up to you.

Zeta-Jones breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily put her mind at ease.

Her biggest fear was waking up to see a check.

Then it would be all in vain.

The key is that the amount of this type of check is generally not large.

From a few thousand dollars to tens of thousands of dollars.

A check of this amount is a considerable income for a family of ours.

But she really looked down on little movie stars like her who already had a little fame.

After dinner, it was already twelve o'clock noon.

"Marina, can I ask where the bags I brought last night are? I think I left them over in the dressing room."

"Oh, of course. I'll have someone bring it to you right away, Miss Jones."

Zeta-Jones got her own bag.

There were some cosmetics in there for her to touch up her makeup, as well as her cell phone.

Thank you Marina.

Zeta-Jones returned to the master bedroom on the second floor with her bag and walked to the small terrace facing the swimming pool.

Seeing the small terrace, Zeta-Jones felt a little hot.

She vaguely remembered that she was completely bewildered last night.

The man put a bathrobe on himself to cover his body.

Then we got to the small terrace and started shooting towards the swimming pool below.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to open her eyes.

But I could clearly hear the cheers and boos from the group of women below!

Thinking of this, Zeta-Jones cursed "Fuck" under her breath, took out her cell phone and started making a call.

The first call was to my agent, Anna.

Zeta-Jones simply said where she was and that her phone was on and that she could be contacted if there was anything.

The second call, after thinking about it, Zeta-Jones called two friends she had just met last night.

The call was to Julie Delpy's cell phone.

Another friend, Cate Blanchett, doesn't have a cell phone yet.

Kate is here on a tourist visa and her financial situation is even tighter.

"Hello, I'm Julie Delpy, who are you?"

"Julie, this is Catherine, Catherine Zeta-Jones."

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“Wow!”

"Kate, come here. You were just talking, and now Katherine called."

Zeta-Jones heard Julie Delpy's joyful wow on the other end of the line.

It seems to be still calling out Cate Blanchett.

"Katherine, where are you now?"

“I’m still on the mountain.”

"Wow~" Julie Delpy exclaimed again.

"Where did you stay last night?"

"Yes, when did you leave?"

"It was about one in the morning when we got back down the mountain. Catherine, tell me, how many people stayed overnight?"

"Just me."

“Wow~”

Julie Delpy's voice rang out, "It seems that the owner there is very satisfied with you!"

Are you satisfied? Zeta-Jones thought, I guess I am.

She vaguely remembered that it wasn't just last night.

In the morning when it gets light.

The guy fiddled with himself for a long time and then seemed to go out.

"you do not know."

Julie Delpy also said:

"After you went into the room with him last night, he didn't come out for over an hour. But you didn't come out."

"You have no idea how happy those guys were when he came out."

"Later, he went in with two women and never came out again. Later, the fat man showed up. He told us the party was over, and each of us took a check for $1,000, and then left."

"So normally, all three of you should stay overnight."

"But now you tell me that you were the only one staying overnight. So the other two little bastards must not be as popular with the host there as you are!"

"I'm sure of that." Zeta-Jones replied confidently, "I'm the only one who was kept overnight!"

"So it really proves that you are the favored one, otherwise you would not be left on the mountain."

Julie Delpy says:

"Congratulations, Catherine. That's the guy who was visited by Michael Eisner himself!"

Hearing this, Zeta-Jones's charming face showed a hint of joy.

Like Julie Delpy said.

Last night, they saw with their own eyes what Michael Eisner looked like in front of Milo.

You know, Michael is a famous tyrant in Hollywood.

It is said that Michael Eisner always has a signature gloomy expression when facing anyone.

Even the most profitable A-list celebrities in Hollywood, or superstars like McDonald's and MJ.

But when Michael Eisner spoke to Milo last night, there was no trace of the legendary tyrant expression on his face.

He looks kind and amiable, which is totally unlike the image of Mickey Mouse as a tyrant.

If it wasn't for that, it wasn't for Michael Eisner's arrival and performance.

She and Julie Delpy and others will not turn passive into active later.

They all wanted to leave at that time.

Later, they chose to take the initiative. And the three of them united as one, excluded others, and went forward to let Milo choose.

Finally Milo picked her.

(End of this chapter)