Chapter 151

This evening, Nicole Kidman drove to the restaurant where she had arranged to meet David Wenham for dinner.

After getting out of the car, she glanced around and frowned slightly. Is this place too remote? But she didn't think much of it. It was common for Hollywood people to choose secluded spots for meals. After all, not every dinner out was just for show. Most of the time, people wanted privacy.

Upon entering the restaurant, Nicole soon realized the privacy here wasn't as good as she'd hoped. The establishment didn't have a public dining area—only private rooms of various sizes.

"Nicole, over here!" David Wenham waved from the top of the stairs, smiling.

Nicole walked over, complaining lightly, "It's really hard to find this place. How did you even discover it?"

"It was recommended by a friend. It offers great privacy, right? At least you won't have to worry about paparazzi," David said evasively.

As they went upstairs and entered the private room, Nicole was immediately struck by the row of floor-to-ceiling windows opposite the door. The view was breathtaking.

The restaurant was located halfway up a mountain, and from the windows, Nicole could see the entire city of Los Angeles, with its lights twinkling below. She thought to herself that careerists would probably love the feeling of looking down on the world from up here.

"Nicole, please sit. There's no need to order; I've already taken care of everything. I promise you'll be satisfied. The scenery here is amazing, you can see most of Los Angeles from this angle," David said, gesturing to the view.

Nicole nodded. The rule among their Australian friends was that whoever orders the food pays the bill—not an "AA" system. In the past, it had usually been Nicole or Russell who ordered, with David just following along. But tonight, David was taking control, and it felt refreshing—especially since he didn't actually have to pay.

"Nicole, do you think 'The Island' has a chance at winning the Oscar?" David asked.

"How can you be sure?" Nicole laughed. "It shouldn't be a problem to get nominated, but winning depends on luck."

"Really? I think you've got a good shot this time. I heard Russell applied for Best Actor at the Oscars. I met him recently—his PR efforts are very strong!"

"I heard Russell say the same. I hope he gets something out of it," Nicole replied, and they continued their conversation.

Ten minutes later, the food was served.

David picked up the decanter on the table, swirled it, and poured about a third of the wine into Nicole's glass. "Try last year's Lafite. I've heard it's delicious."

Nicole didn't think much of it. The decanter had already been filled when they arrived, and she assumed it was from the restaurant. Wine is often decanted before a meal, and the person who arrives first typically orders and has it ready by the time the others arrive.

After taking a sip, Nicole nodded slightly. "It tastes great. Maybe I'll have some more later."

"Right," David replied, smiling. His expression seemed a little unnatural, but Nicole, focused on cutting her foie gras, didn't notice.

The two chatted and enjoyed their meal. David made several toasts to Nicole, and the atmosphere seemed relaxed and harmonious.

Over half an hour had passed, and half the wine had been drunk. Nicole began to feel lightheaded. Her face flushed pink, and she felt slightly dizzy.

Strange, she thought. This amount of wine shouldn't be enough to make me drunk.

Just then, David stood up abruptly. "Sorry, Nicole, I need to use the bathroom."

Nicole waved him off nonchalantly. "Go ahead."

But as the dizziness intensified, she began to feel a strange warmth in her lower abdomen. She pressed a hand to her stomach, her delicate lips parting slightly as she let out a soft moan.

David, walking toward the door, glanced back and nearly lost control of himself.

Calm down, he thought to himself. Nicole isn't someone I can touch. Harvey doesn't fear Cruise, but I do!

With that, David quickly left the room, not heading to the bathroom but instead walking to the door of the private room next door. He knocked lightly.

The door opened, revealing Harvey's greasy, bloated face.

"Did you do it?" Harvey asked, his voice low.

"It's done," David replied.

"Good. I'll remember this favor," Harvey said, patting David on the arm. He pointed to his own room. "You can eat here. I've ordered the best steak in the place. Wait for me a bit. I'll need you to clean up afterward."

David nodded, but his nerves were on edge. Harvey smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. Even if Nicole notices something's off, she won't say anything. Otherwise, her career will be ruined. And I'll make it up to her. This Oscar statuette will definitely make her happy."

"I understand, Mr. Harvey. What about that opportunity you promised?"

Harvey waved him off dismissively. "What's yours will always be yours. I, Harvey, never lie. Now, go in. I've got something to do."

Harvey ushered David into the room and stumbled off toward Nicole.

David closed the door behind him, swearing under his breath. That old bastard.

He slumped down onto the sofa, his appetite gone. Eat steak? Not in the mood for it at all.

Meanwhile, Harvey entered the private room where Nicole was lying on the table, her body shifting restlessly. She moaned softly.

"Nicole, Nicole, you're finally mine. Here I come!" Harvey's eyes gleamed as he locked the door behind him and stalked toward her.

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