Chapter 466: Can't Have Too High Expectations

[Chapter 528: The Demands Can't Be Too High]

In a high-rise room at the Ritz Carlton Hotel.

Arthur held Liv Tyler close at the window, admiring the night view of Los Angeles. "Did you just get back from Italy?"

"Yeah, I was filming Stealing Beauty, directed by Bernardo Bertolucci," Liv Tyler kissed Arthur's neck. "It's quite a sensual romantic thriller!"

"Uh-huh," Arthur leaned down and kissed Liv directly, his hands caressing her softness. She seemed even fuller, radiating a youthful, seductive aura. Arthur indeed knew about Stealing Beauty -- it was one of Liv Tyler's breakout films!

Before long, they found themselves on the bed...

After moments of passion, Liv Tyler, with her hair tousled, lay in Arthur's arms. "Wow, that was great!"

Arthur smiled. "Aren't you heading back?"

"What about you? You want to stay?" Liv Tyler planted a kiss on his chest.

"I've got other things to take care of tonight," Arthur replied firmly and got up to get dressed.

"Alright, just remember to call me when you have time!"

...

After leaving the room, Arthur made his way to the hotel bar, where Karl Anderson approached him with a report. "We're preparing the arms shipment for Liberia in Africa. We could send a portion from the armory in Somalia first."

Arthur nodded, reminding him, "Have the team going to Southeast Asia, specifically Indonesia, scout for a good base there. Indonesia has plenty of small islands. Buying one could serve as a great location for Cherub. It has immense future potential. By the way, make sure to build a rapport with the CIA liaison over there. Indonesia has a lot of oil, you know!"

Karl nodded, "If needed, we could send both the mercenary teams over. And we can always temporarily hire others as needed."

Arthur smirked, "This time, the minimum expenditure is five million dollars!"

"Five million?" Karl's eyes went wide. "You can't possibly need that much to whack some little country's president, right?"

"Well, let's just say you guys better have backup personnel ready. You never know when unexpected events might crop up," Arthur replied, preparing for potential surprises.

"Got it!"

...

The next day, in a villa in Westwood, Los Angeles.

In the morning, Arthur lounged in the yard, flipping through a newspaper. Last night, the police in Compton had arrested dozens of Black gang members, uncovering a large stash of drugs, guns, and cash!

James Hahn was fast-moving. With California Assembly Speaker Willie Brown now dead, this matter couldn't be widely reported.

The security operation in Los Angeles drew quite a bit of attention, and the federal court in San Francisco was hearing a case involving Mark Getty, the head of Getty Investment LLC.

The Getty family, a wealthy Californian family, could attract a lot of public interest.

At that moment, Catherine Zeta-Jones came over with two cups of coffee and leaned down to kiss Arthur.

"Hey, is that Robert Downey Jr.?"

Catherine noticed a photo of the Hollywood star's mugshot in the newspaper!

Arthur glanced at it casually. Robert Downey Jr. had been caught speeding after using drugs, and police found a large quantity of drugs and firearms in his car.

A few years back, he was nominated for an Oscar for Best Actor for his role in Chaplin, representing the new wave of Hollywood stars.

What a shame -- he was just a mess!

"Johnny Depp, Keanu Reeves, and the late River Phoenix -- all those new kids are living wild," Arthur shook his head. "River Phoenix's death didn't seem to teach them a lesson, did it?"

Taking a sip of coffee, Arthur leaned back, looking relaxed. "You really can't have high expectations of Hollywood folks!"

Catherine smiled, sitting on Arthur's lap. "Now that you mention it, you're really something else -- never saw you doing any of that stuff. You seemed to make money pretty fast after dropping out of college, and you didn't dabble in pot either."

Then, Catherine leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Come on, have you ever thought about trying it out?"

"Pfft," Arthur tightened his embrace around her and playfully squeezed her, "Not a chance! That stuff just makes people look like zombies!"

"People say it relieves stress. Most Hollywood stars have tried it," Catherine nuzzled up to his neck, clearly attracted to Arthur Smith's uniqueness.

"Yeah, right," Arthur responded, slipping his hand under her nightgown, touching her softness, "What stress could I have?"

"Women help relieve your stress!" Catherine leaned in for another kiss.

Soon, Arthur carried Catherine onto the living room sofa, loosening her robe and kissing her deeply!

"Hmm," on the sofa, Catherine licked her lips, her hands roaming along Arthur's back.

"Darling, you're so captivating," Arthur exclaimed, raising his head to admire Catherine's pretty face and alluring figure beneath him.

"I've got promotional events for Sense and Sensibility coming up, then I'll be on the Titanic set," Catherine nuzzled against his leg, playfully rubbing her calf against his. "This year, we won't have many chances to meet. Let's not leave this weekend; stay here with me!"

"Sure, I've got nothing planned anyway," Arthur groped her ample figure as he kissed her again.

For the entire weekend, Arthur stayed in the villa with Catherine Zeta-Jones. Hollywood's awards season was bustling with parties and receptions!

On Monday morning, Arthur lay in bed, enjoying the pampering from Catherine Zeta-Jones under the covers.

"Ugh," after a while, he released the hold he had on her hair, feeling quite satisfied.

After waiting a moment, Catherine resurfaced from the blankets, resting on Arthur's chest, breathing deeply.

"Darling, after I shower, I have to head to the office," Arthur said, patting the lovely woman on him!

"Uh-huh, I need to get ready too, then I'm off to a TV station event," Catherine glanced at him and said, "Next time we meet will be next year, huh?"

"It's already December," Arthur chuckled a bit, bemused. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower!"

"Come on, take me with you..."

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