Chapter 47 Los Angeles at Night

The night sky in Los Angeles is particularly hazy tonight. This city, which was once founded by gold diggers, now seems like it was in the great era back then, continuing to stage all kinds of stories of drunkenness and dreams.

As for San Francisco, it was simply the place where the first generation of Chinese gold prospectors first arrived and gathered.

So the Chinese gathered here gave it the name of Gold Mountain.

Later, a new gold rush emerged in Australia.

Australia became the new Gold Mountain, and San Francisco here became San Francisco.

The real name of San Francisco is San Francisco. If there were no Silicon Valley, its status in the United States would be just that.

It’s just that because it is the city with the largest concentration of Chinese in the United States, the Chinese have a slightly special feeling towards it.

In the minds of Americans, the number one city on the West Coast is still the City of Angels, Los Angeles.

A metropolis that is still prosperous today.

Tonight, in every corner of the city, in nightclubs, bars, clubs, and various parties, men and women are entangled with each other.

It seemed that the sky above the entire city was filled with a rich atmosphere of silver luxury.

Without a doubt, Beverly Hills is the leader among them.

When Monica was surrounded by people and walked into 9406 Crest Avenue.

She looked calm on the surface, but she was actually very nervous.

The experiences from noon till now made her realize that something big must have happened.

When she came by car, she saw vehicles with LAPD and FBI logos everywhere on Crest Avenue outside.

From noon to afternoon, she met many different kinds of people.

These people asked her a lot of questions, and some even used some examining instruments on her.

Afterwards, Monica was told that the instruments were used to test whether she was lying.

Monica was a little flustered when she found out, but fortunately she didn't lie when she replied.

The instruments also proved that she was telling the truth, so nothing happened.

She silently followed the people out of the car and walked through the hall of the villa.

Monica looked up and observed. It was her first time to come to this place in the mountains.

Although she always knew that Zeta-Jones lived here.

Milo would often stay overnight here.

Even at night, the ample lighting makes the villa's lobby spacious and bright.

The entire living room has simple and smooth lines, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are large, which should be able to bring in plenty of natural light during the day.

The high-grade marble floor is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the exquisite furniture and decorations around it.

A huge chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting a soft light and creating a warm and noble atmosphere.

After taking only two steps, Monica withdrew her gaze from her surroundings.

She saw two women whom she had met once before sitting on the sofa in the living room.

That was when Monica was still making a cameo appearance in Angels & Demons.

Two friends of Zeta-Jones who were seen visiting the set.

Monica remembered that one of them was named Julie and the other seemed to be named Kate.

Then Monica saw Mrs. Solly with a serious face and nodded to her, "Ms. Bellucci, please sit here..."

Mrs. Solly motioned for Monica to find a seat next to the two women.

Monica still doesn't know what happened.

She nodded meekly, choosing to take a seat next to Julie Delpy.

After all, it's just based on appearance.

Jolie, who has a sweet look, should be easier to get along with than Blanchett.

The atmosphere was strange, no one spoke, and Monica didn't know whether to speak or not.

Fortunately, not long after, Monica saw Zeta-Jones, who was quite familiar to her. She was wearing a silk nightgown and slowly coming down the stairs.

Monica frowned inwardly, wondering, is Milo going to show his hand tonight? Is he going to announce his existence to his girlfriend?

Otherwise, why did he ask me to come here? There were so many LAPD and FBI outside the villa.

What’s going on with so many people in the villa who look like professional bodyguards?

Are you worried that I will quarrel or fight with them?

There doesn't need to be so many people... Monica couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

At this time, Zeta-Jones, wearing a silk bathrobe, came up to them.

Monica saw Julie and Kate stand up and both smiled at Zeta-Jones.

"You're coming down? Is he okay?"

"Catherine..."

But Zeta-Jones only smiled and nodded at Jolie and Blanchett, but her beautiful eyes were always looking at Monica.

"Hello, Monica, good evening, it's nice to see you again."

Zeta-Jones reached out to Monica, who had no idea what the trick was tonight.

She spent the whole morning at home reading. Then at noon, things suddenly became lively.

She was sent here at night and she doesn't know anything yet.

In this situation, Monica had to smile and shook hands with Zeta-Jones, "Good evening, dear Catherine. Me too, very happy to see you again."

Zeta-Jones smells good, like shower gel and perfume.

The Englishwoman had just taken a bath.

Monica thought.

They are both experienced people and are loved by the same man.

Monica could tell almost immediately that the British woman in front of her must have enjoyed the pleasure of her man not long ago.

Those marks cannot be concealed even after taking a shower.

Is this a demonstration to me?

Monica felt a little uncomfortable.

"Take a seat, Milo will be here later."

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Zeta-Jones said gracefully, acting like a hostess, "What would you like to drink? Coffee, tea, or something else?"

"Give me a glass of water. Milo told me that it's best not to drink coffee or tea at night because it will make it harder to fall asleep." Monica responded with a smile.

"Okay." Zeta-Jones still smiled generously, then looked at Mrs. Solly, "Madam, thank you for your trouble. Please also give me a glass of boiled water, thank you."

Jolie and Blanchett couldn't help but look at each other. They were drinking coffee...

"Okay." Mrs. Thorley nodded.

Sudden.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the quiet villa, a series of crackling sounds suddenly occurred.

Very coherent sound.

If you are a real American and grew up on the streets.

You can definitely tell that this is the sound of a gunshot!

But there were four women present.

One in the UK, one in Australia, one in France and one in Italy.

None of them are American.

And they haven't been in the United States for that long.

The longest-serving one, Julie Delpy, only stayed for five years.

So even though they were startled by the sound, they didn't realize it was a gunshot.

When I saw that everyone else, including Mrs. Solly, had no reaction.

They were startled and stood up without thinking much about it.

“Ha~”

"You're all here."

A while later.

Milo appeared in the hallway leading to the backyard of the villa.

When he saw them, he smiled brightly and walked in while speaking.

Frightened by the gunshots, several women who had just sat down stood up again with smiles on their faces.

Rise up to greet their men.

"Milo."

"Milo!"

“You’re here…”

"Are you done with your work?"

Three women make a drama, and the noise of four women vying for the spotlight is somewhat noisy.

"I have something to say to everyone, please sit down first."

But he smiled and waved his hand, then stood in front of them and spoke.

Hearing this, Monica, who still didn't know what was going on.

I do know a little bit about Zeta-Jones and others.

They all sat down obediently, looked up, and four pairs of beautiful eyes stared at him without blinking.

So, it was natural for them to see the white shirt underneath Milo's suit.

There were some bright red spots on it that were spread unevenly and they looked a little wet.

They were still dripping as Milo walked over here.

Julie Delpy, who was closest to him, smelled something.

She couldn't help but speak, and stretched out her slender fingers, "What is this? Milo, did you get something dirty?"

Milo looked down, then smiled and said nonchalantly, "Oh, nothing... some chicken blood. I accidentally got it on me when I saw someone killing a chicken."

(End of this chapter)