Chapter 367: Someone Next Door

At Club 54 in West Hollywood, Arthur ran into an old friend, Donald Sterling. It was the first time Arthur had seen him since buying the Los Angeles Clippers from him.

"Sterling, did you meet Mr. Buss recently?" Arthur greeted Donald Sterling with a big smile while holding Catherine Zeta-Jones.

The Lakers hadn't made the playoffs for two consecutive years and had the 10th pick in this year's draft. Their initial target, Temple University's rookie Eddie Jones, was snatched by the Galaxy, and trade negotiations fell through.

Now, the Lakers were in talks with the Suns to acquire their starting small forward, Cedric Ceballos, to strengthen the team.

Cedric Ceballos was plagued by injuries last season and only played 54 games. This year, with his contract expiring, negotiations with the Suns were not going well, giving the Lakers a chance to trade with next year's first-round pick.

Donald Sterling, with his dead fish eyes, looked at Arthur with anger. He had been tied up with divorce proceedings with his wife recently.

Various scandalous news such as cheating and soliciting prostitutes had put him in a passive position, costing him dearly to settle the divorce case.

"Arthur, congratulations, the Los Angeles Galaxy is about to have a new home ground," Donald Sterling said, full of resentment. After all, Arthur had taken the Clippers from him.

Arthur chuckled and patted Donald Sterling's shoulder, "Have fun!"

This guy was a regular at Heidi Fleiss's women's club, ever since she took over Elizabeth Adams's business, Heidi Fleiss had been expanding rapidly.

Arthur had even seen Heidi Fleiss at Clinton's inaugural ball, her business acumen was truly impressive.

However, now that Donald Sterling was no longer the owner of an NBA club, his fame had significantly diminished.

Arthur felt that acquiring the Los Angeles Clippers had been a huge favor - now Sterling could indulge as he pleased!

"Was that the former owner of the Clippers?" Catherine Zeta-Jones asked Arthur in a low voice.

"Yes, it was him," Arthur no longer cared about him; the gap between them was too vast.

Moreover, some time ago, when Jerry Buss sold a stake in the Lakers to "Magic" Johnson, Donald Sterling had also wanted to become a small shareholder of the Lakers, but was rejected!

On the dimly lit dance floor, Arthur swayed with Catherine Zeta-Jones to the rhythm, "You're going to play Catherine the Great. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Why? It's just a joint production by a few European TV stations," Catherine Zeta-Jones nestled close to Arthur, enjoying his affectionate caresses.

"Because your portrayal will definitely dazzle everyone," Arthur said, giving her earlobe a kiss, making her glow with warmth.

"Arthur," Catherine Zeta-Jones hugged him tightly and kissed him, her pheromones all too evident.

"Let's go to the bathroom?" Catherine Zeta-Jones whispered seductively into Arthur's ear.

Arthur hesitated, "This..."

"Darling, don't you want to see how it feels in this kind of setting?" Catherine Zeta-Jones continued to tempt him.

"Let's go," Arthur couldn't resist; Catherine Zeta-Jones was too enticing at that moment.

Not long after, in a bathroom stall, Catherine Zeta-Jones leaned against the wall, her eyes dreamy;

Arthur pressed against her back, his hands firmly grasping her softness, his passionate kisses making Catherine Zeta-Jones even more engrossed.

As Catherine Zeta-Jones let out a sharp, low cry, Arthur covered her mouth with his hand and whispered, "Listen, there's someone next door. Their noise is much louder than ours!"

Catherine Zeta-Jones leaned heavily against Arthur, gasping for breath, unable to care about the situation next door;

Now that it had quieted down, they could clearly hear the soft moans and groans of a man and a woman next door - it was unmistakably apparent.

"Oh, darling, your feet are so beautiful!"

"Really?"

"Of course, you're my muse now. Your look and performance in Pulp Fiction were simply amazing..."

Hearing the words "feet" and "Pulp Fiction," Arthur immediately knew who the couple next door was.

It must be Uma Thurman and Quentin Tarantino, who else could it be?

However, at this moment, Arthur wasn't concerned about anything else, focusing entirely on Catherine Zeta-Jones in front of him.

Soon, Catherine Zeta-Jones crouched down in front of Arthur.

Arthur exhaled, enjoying the touch of her long hair, ignoring whatever was happening next door.

...

When Arthur and Catherine Zeta-Jones left the bathroom, no one else was around. They returned to the sofa, with the somewhat exhausted Catherine Zeta-Jones leaning against Arthur and taking a big gulp of whiskey.

"Just now, were Quentin Tarantino and Uma Thurman from Pulp Fiction next to us?"

Arthur nodded, "Most likely."

Someone like Quentin Tarantino couldn't live without women. He even stayed in the Red Light District hotels in Amsterdam while rewriting the screenplay for Pulp Fiction.

Pulp Fiction had grossed over 60 million dollars in North America alone, with its budget barely reaching 10 million dollars, earning it immense fame. The high level of discussion around it greatly benefited the film's exposure and success.

As for Quentin Tarantino, the director and originator of modern romantic violence aesthetics, he gained a legion of diehard fans.

Additionally, Pulp Fiction catapulted leading man John Travolta's career, and boosted the fame of Samuel L. Jackson and Uma Thurman.

Even the cameo by Bruce Willis brought in new box office draw, and solidified Galaxy Films' standing as a giant in the independent film scene.

After acquiring MGM, Galaxy would lean more towards commercial films, but its status as an independent film powerhouse wouldn't easily be taken away, especially with Harvey Weinstein of Miramax heaping praise on Quentin Tarantino, calling Pulp Fiction the: "First independent film to break all the rules!"

Arthur pondered, "Without the golden goose that is Pulp Fiction, how long will Disney tolerate Miramax?"

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