Chapter 242: Private Security Force

Morning, at Arthur's villa.

Lying in bed, Arthur took a deep breath. After a while, Christiana Reali emerged from under the covers and lay on Arthur's chest, breathing deeply.

"I'm going back to France. When will you come to Paris again?" Christiana Jerri asked lazily, with endless allure in her tone.

Arthur caressed Christiana's soft body and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll visit soon. Or, you can come to America often. By then, you can even develop your career in Hollywood!"

Christiana bit Arthur's chest lightly, "You're such a flirt. Last time in France, Sophie Marceau said she'd take care of me. Did you win over the 'French Kiss' too?"

"We're just good friends," Arthur said, still rubbing Christiana Reali's snow-white peaks.

"Are you going straight back to Paris?"

Christiana gave Arthur a knowing look but shook her head, "I plan to take a trip to Brazil first, stay there for a while, then go back to France."

"Is that so? Then after you get to Brazil, buy a vacation villa. We can vacation together there sometime," Arthur said, stroking Christiana's hair. "I'm a bit busy now, but I'll definitely have *-more time in the future."

Christiana Jerri smiled, "I know. Besides, your body is so strong. Keeping up with you these days has been exhausting. You really are irresistible! No wonder you attract so many women."

"Impressive, right?" Arthur laughed.

"Very impressive..."

Meanwhile, Johnny Depp woke up to hear about someone throwing money around at the Viper Room last night.

Johnny Depp was utterly baffled and surprised, especially since several people were injured!

River Phoenix, looking hungover, walked into the living room and saw Johnny Depp's expression. He immediately asked, "What's wrong? Do you need someone to send the girls home?"

Last night was the premiere of Bram Stoker's Dracula, starring Keanu Reeves. As his good friends, they all attended the event.

Later, they found some fun to spend the night. Keanu Reeves had already gone with the crew for promotional activities.

Johnny Depp shook his head, "Someone threw money around at the Viper Room last night, each bill was a hundred dollars. They threw about a hundred bills, causing a scramble, and several people got injured!"

"Hiss," River Phoenix was stunned for a moment, "That's quite a stunt. It's a fresh way to play."

Johnny Depp laughed, "It's also a big advertisement. I wonder which rich kid or big player did this. We should thank them. Next year, when the Viper Room is renovated, business will surely be even better!"

As Scent of a Woman expanded its releases, box office performance was improving.

Meanwhile, the remaining art films, The Crying Game and Emma, were also preparing for release.

With award season approaching, Galaxy's Schindler's List, A Few Good Men, Scent of a Woman, and other films with good reputations were all doing PR for the Oscars.

At the Montrose Hotel in West Hollywood, Galaxy's new film Se7en was holding a press conference.

The film's director David Fincher, and main actors Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Kevin Spacey, and Elizabeth Hurley were being interviewed by reporters.

In a hotel room, Arthur Smith was sitting on the sofa listening to Carl Anderson's report, "James Caan has several tax evasion issues. We collected evidence and sent it to the IRS. According to the lawyer, James Caan will not only have to pay millions in taxes but also serve three to four years in prison."

Arthur smiled, "Great, millions of dollars will bankrupt him. Going to prison is even better!"

Then he looked at Carl Anderson, "You've been protecting me for over two years. Have you ever thought about taking it a step further?"

"A step further?" Carl Anderson was a bit puzzled.

"Starting a private security company. I might have a lot of international business in the future and will need some manpower," Arthur said with a slight smile.

Carl Anderson understood immediately, especially with the emphasis on international business, it was too obvious, "I know quite a few comrades who are working as bodyguards or mercenaries. Boss, you want to...?"

"Exactly," Arthur nodded, "I want to invest in starting a security company. Domestically, we will focus on security training, armed transport, and personal protection," Arthur said with a smile. "As for overseas, although still focused on security, the risks will be higher!"

Carl Anderson shook his head, "Is it more dangerous than the battlefield? If you are willing to support, I can contact my superior. He is a captain in the Delta Force, with rich experience. Moreover, we can bring in some retired SEAL instructors and members. Even overseas operations won't be a problem!"

"Go ahead and contact them. I'll register a company in the Cayman Islands, with an initial investment of 8 million dollars. You guys can set up a security company and find a suitable location to establish a training base," Arthur leaned back on the sofa, expressionless.

"I've already thought of a name: Seraphim International. Maybe, in the future, I will develop business in Latin America or the Caribbean, and I will need your protection there!"

Carl Anderson nodded seriously and explained, "Boss, I need a few days to discuss with my comrades."

As for the name, Carl Anderson didn't care at all. Even if it was called Satan International or Fallen Angel, it was fine!

"Of course, take your time. It will definitely pay more than what they earn now," Arthur was not worried about finding people. There were plenty of retired American soldiers.

Arthur now needed loyalty, and Carl Anderson, who had been with him for two years, seemed reliable.

After Carl Anderson left, Arthur lit a cigarette. He didn't care at all about sending James Caan to prison.

However, after hearing that James Caan might have had ties to the mob, Arthur felt it was necessary to control a security force himself.

It was only the early 90s; the infamous Blackwater hadn't appeared yet. Why couldn't Arthur control a private armed force himself?

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