Inside the driving car, Charlize Theron hung up the phone with Martin and then called a familiar female manager from the community committee, her already stern features turning even colder.
She seemed like an iceberg across the sea from South Africa.
The car neared the entrance of the community, where at least dozens of paparazzi and entertainment reporters had gathered.
Many of them recognized Charlize's car, and some could see her through the windshield, crowding the sides of the road.
They bombarded her with questions, almost crazily, regardless of the fact that Charlize did not roll down her windows.
"Mrs. Theron, are you aware of the illegitimate child scandal involving your fiancé?"
"We did some digging. You were not in Los Angeles at the time, but the condom used by your fiancé was found in the trash bin at your neighbor Martin's house. Did he cheat on you?"
"Will you break up with Stuart Townsend, or will you put up with it as you did before?"
