A faint smell of cheese lingered.
Nicole Kidman, the stunning beauty, had a contented look on her face, "Master, that Miss Hilton, you and her..."
Zhou Mo Sen heard this and his hand sewing the stitches became a bit heavier.
"Oh, are you jealous?"
Nicole softly cried out in pain, yet she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"Why would I be jealous? It’s just that I don’t want your mysterious Eastern strength to go cheap on that slut."
Zhou Mo Sen chuckled, and his hand indeed treated her more gently.
Yet with his mouth, he was relentless, "From what I hear, you’re still jealous."
"Ah~ really no." Nicole now seemed entirely at his mercy.
Zhou Mo Sen continued, "She’s so rich and a major client of mine, how can I neglect her?"
Nicole Kidman caught a different meaning, "Master, do you have another plot?"
Zhou Mo Sen neither denied nor confirmed, instead speaking of other matters.
"Don’t think about her, at the Golden Globe Awards earlier, your performance was quite remarkable."
Nicole Kidman was delighted to hear this, "Thanks to Master, otherwise, I’d have surely lost composure."
That was indeed the case.
In Hollywood, this arena of fame and fortune, award ceremonies are all about facade.
Golden Globe Awards, Oscars both don’t provide money.
Especially Oscars, if you’re nominated but don’t win, you’ll end up with some gifts.
Understand this: the Oscar award was originally invented during the Hollywood screenwriters’ strike, cooked up by those capitalists.
Hollywood is indeed that kind of place.
With the screenwriters striking, actors and directors go on strike as well.
Since screenplays are the origin of film and TV works.
Back then, Hollywood’s eight major film companies didn’t want to raise wages for these striking fellows.
So they simply created a prize.
This award is about ’fame’ on a stage of fame and fortune.
Many striking Hollywood people took the bait.
This ’fame’, truly powerful.
Back then, those strikers could even abandon their demands for a raise.
Nicole Kidman this time starred in "Cold Mountain," and she actually had a good chance of winning Best Actress.
But Charlize Theron shed her image, starring in "Female Demon."
This time at the Golden Globe Awards, Nicole Kidman indeed lost out.
As for the upcoming Oscars, from Master’s perspective, there’s probably another loss in store.
Fortunately, with this psychological preparation.
Nicole Kidman is able to maintain her composure.
Look at the news reports after the Golden Globes, they’re quite favorable to her.
If it weren’t for Master’s advice, she probably couldn’t keep her normal composure.
Nicole Kidman is very grateful to Zhou Mo Sen.
As for the upcoming Oscars...
"Master, is there really no chance?"
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t speak, he merely shook his head.
Nicole Kidman didn’t ask further, though somewhat resigned, she could only accept.
She had now developed enough trust and even admiration for Zhou Mo Sen.
The Master could even foresee the future!
Truly the God of Beauty!
With such trust and admiration, Nicole Kidman had offered everything.
"Master, I have some information."
"I heard about some sect."
"I haven’t learned much, but it seems some big shots have already joined. As for the details... I don’t know much, but apparently Bres Lee joined."
Zhou Mo Sen’s brows furrowed slightly, "What else do you know?"
"Just this." Nicole Kidman assumed a look of pleading for punishment from the Master.
Zhou Mo Sen chuckled, "You want a reward? Wishful thinking!"
The beauty was momentarily embarrassed.
But she really hadn’t got the fine details.
So she said, "Should I join them then?"
Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but think of Owen.
"Forget it, don’t risk it, just probe for some information."
This made Nicole Kidman feel warm inside.
With even more trust and admiration for Zhou Mo Sen.
"Don’t worry, Master. I will certainly gather the intel."
Zhou Mo Sen wasn’t very interested in this so-called sect.
But with the celebrity talking about it, perhaps this sect had attracted quite a few notable figures.
The United States, truly a country full of cults.
Zhou Mo Sen couldn’t help but also think of "Eye-Opening Experience."
Linking this to some island in the Caribbean Sea.
Perhaps these are means to control certain people.
If Bres Lee is indeed like Nicole said... heh, this guy would be digging his own grave!
Yet, this is indeed useful information for Zhou Mo Sen.
With this, it was time to reward her.
Then, without further ado, he hoisted up those mesmerizing long legs.
Some people certainly couldn’t fall asleep.
"What? They’re finished?"
"The news from La Mesa is that there’s no more news."
"What does that mean?"
"It probably means they’re taken out, as for where... that place is quite barren, pretty suitable for burials."
Congressman Paddy was raging at the moment.
He never expected the team he sent through Tijuana connections.
Would get wiped out by the other side.
The most troubling thing for Paddy wasn’t just the failure of this operation.
February was fast approaching. The crucial period of the elections had arrived.
The voting period is in late February.
At least next month, there should be a heavy investment in advertising on KGTV, the local TV station in San Diego.
Only then could his chances of running for state senator be enhanced.
Becoming a state senator allows him to share the state’s money.
And we’re talking about California here.
California’s GDP is equivalent to the world’s sixth or seventh largest economies!
This interest is massive!
If elected, Paddy might as well have entered the Upper House in the United Kingdom! Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI(F)ire.net
California’s state senators are truly remarkable.
In Paddy’s view, the deaths of those Old Mo’s doesn’t really bother him.
Even if he originally was Mexican.
How could it compare to the upcoming elections!
His funds are currently in trouble.
Carlos provided him with this means.
Seize that Hyaluronic Acid and flip it for sale.
To gain millions in US Dollar profit!
At that point, hearing this made Paddy’s eyes light up.
Unexpectedly, it failed now.
How to make money now?
Paddy was at his wits’ end.
Zhou Mo Sen was unaware that without knowing who his opponents were.
He had unknowingly made them suffer .
After pondering for quite a while, Paddy decided he still needed to consult Carlos.
If it really doesn’t work, wasn’t there still Oxycodone?
Manipulating that drug might just make some money!