Tom Cruise walked out of the meditation hall and finally answered his phone.
"How's the investigation going?" he asked in a low voice.
"We've taken some photos, you won't believe who it is," came the voice of the white man on the other end of the line.
"Russell Crowe? Hugh Jackman? Or... Martin Mayes?" Tom Cruise rattled off three names, with the last one causing the white man on the other end to freeze for a while.
"No, none of them!"
"None of them?" Tom Cruise was taken aback.
"Then who is it?" he asked.
"Uh, I'm driving, let's meet up, you'll be really surprised," the white man replied.
"Then let's meet, we're at... Let's meet at this address," Tom Cruise gave him an address, a Scientology-run café that was very private.
An hour later, the white man and his female assistant walked into the café.
In a corner booth, Tom Cruise waved them over.
"Where's the stuff?"
As soon as they sat down, Tom Cruise couldn't wait to ask.
"Anna, the laptop."
"Uh, okay, sure!"
The female assistant, Anna, who had been admiring Tom Cruise's handsome face, snapped out of it and pulled the laptop out of her bag. The white man then connected the DSLR camera to the computer using a data cable.
"Here are the photos, you can look at them first. We also recorded some videos."
The white man turned the laptop towards Tom Cruise and began explaining how to operate it.
Soon, Tom Cruise learned how to use it and clicked open the folder with the photos.
The first photo made his eyes widen.
"Brad Pitt!"
This was someone he had never expected.
At the same time, a burning rage started to boil within him. This damn b***h was indeed cheating!!!
He continued clicking through the other photos.
The first few were all of Brad Pitt—from getting out of the car, to standing and adjusting his clothes, a whole series of candid shots.
Then, the female owner of the villa appeared.
"What the f***!"
Tom Cruise couldn't hold back his curse any longer.
"Surprised, huh?" the white man said smugly.
At this point, Tom Cruise had taken his eyes off the computer screen and was staring at the white man. "Have you even looked at the photos you've taken?"
The white man was stunned. "I flipped through them quickly, but I didn't really look closely, because I was in a rush to get the photos to you."
"Really?" Tom Cruise sneered. "Then tell me, who sent you?"
The white man was even more confused, thinking, wasn't it you who sent me?
"Mr. Cruise, what do you mean?"
"Look at the photos you took. That woman is not Nicole; that's the damn Sheryl Lansing!"
Cruise was about to lose it.
Is this guy seriously messing with me on purpose?
I sent him to secretly photograph Nicole's affair, and this idiot got pictures of Sheryl and Pitt fooling around.
Damn, no wonder Sheryl hasn't contacted me lately. When did she and Brad Pitt get together?
The white man's expression was even more shocked than Tom Cruise's!
"What? This is impossible!"
He pulled the computer back and zoomed in on the photo Tom Cruise had just clicked.
Sure enough, the woman in the photo, hugging Brad Pitt intimately, was not the beautiful Nicole Kidman, but the once-beautiful Sheryl Lansing—now the head of Paramount Pictures!
"What the f***, what's going on here?"
"I clearly followed Nicole to this villa, did I follow the wrong person halfway? No way, absolutely impossible!"
Tom Cruise looked at the white man with a mocking gaze. "You're sure you didn't mess up? You mean to tell me, my wife and the CEO of Paramount are together with that bastard Pitt?"
"Uh, it seems that's possible!" the white man said, stunned.
"Shut up, idiot. I know better than you who Sheryl—Nicole is."
Tom Cruise almost said, "I know better than you who Sheryl is," but quickly realized that his past with Sheryl Lansing couldn't be exposed, so he corrected himself and said "Nicole."
"Wait, Nicole did enter this villa. I took photos of her. Hold on, the order of the photos is a bit messed up. Let me sort them. Sorting by time... sorting by time..."
The white man's insistence made Tom Cruise start to doubt. Could it be they really had a threesome?
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Tom Cruise almost drowned in anger. He wanted to kill that bastard Brad Pitt.
However—
The white man found the earliest photos, and his face grew increasingly darker.
His assistant Anna also leaned in, still dazed from the earlier confusion but finally coming to her senses.
"Ah? How could this be? The woman getting out of the car isn't Nicole Kidman, it's Sheryl Lansing. Did we really follow the wrong car halfway?"
Anna too started to doubt.
Tom Cruise snatched the laptop from the dazed white man and started flipping through the photos.
One by one, the photos clearly showed Sheryl Lansing.
There were shots of Sheryl getting out of the car, entering the villa... but no Nicole.
"Hmph, now what do you have to say?"
"This..."
The white man was at a loss. He had clearly followed Nicole Kidman, but how had he ended up at Sheryl Lansing's villa? If he really had followed the wrong person, it was too much of a coincidence!
"We still have the video, let's take a look at the video," the man said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "Anna, get the video out."
Moments later!
Tom Cruise confirmed without a doubt, it was Sheryl Lansing and Brad Pitt. He coldly stared at the white man and said:
"Good, you've really pissed me off today. Transfer my money to me by tomorrow night, or you'll regret it!"
"No, Mr. Cruise, we can still continue. This was our mistake, but we can keep tracking Nicole Kidman. We'll definitely get the footage you want!" the white man pleaded.
"No need, I don't trust you!"
The white man was dejected.
But then he noticed Anna giving him a subtle look.
What does that mean?
Why is she making a face at the computer?
Hmm?
Uh—
Ah!!!
The man suddenly understood. Though he lost the deal with Tom Cruise, they still had important photos and videos. Even if they sold them to the media, it would be a huge sum.
He then recalled Tom Cruise's fury when he saw the intimate photos of Sheryl Lansing and Brad Pitt, and also the rumors in Hollywood...
The white man suddenly asked, "Mr. Cruise, do you want these photos? If you don't want me to refund your money, I can give you these photos and videos."
Tom Cruise hesitated for a moment, then his eyes darkened. "No need. You handle it yourself."