REVIVE: AMERICA 1995 Chapter 47 Chapter 47: A Los Angeles Night

The night in Los Angeles was exceptionally hazy. The city, founded by gold rushers, seemed to relive those heady days, continuing to stage tales of hedonism and escapism.

San Francisco, on the other hand, was merely the first landing point and gathering place for the initial wave of Chinese gold seekers.That was why the Chinese called it "Gold Mountain."Later, when a new gold rush emerged in Australia, that land became the new Gold Mountain, and San Francisco became "Old Gold Mountain."San Francisco's true name was Saint Francis. Without Silicon Valley, its status in America would have been unremarkable.It was only because it was the city with the largest concentration of Chinese in America that Chinese people held a somewhat special affection for it.In the hearts of Americans, the premier West Coast city remained the City of Angels, Los Angeles.A bustling metropolis even today.Tonight, in every corner of the city—nightclubs, bars, clubs, parties—men and women were entangled with each other.It seemed that the entire city was permeated with an air of extravagant indulgence.Beverly Hills, without a doubt, was the epitome of this.When Monica, surrounded by escorts, entered 9406 Crest Drive, she appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was extremely nervous.Her experiences from noon until now had made her realize that something significant had happened.On her way here, she had seen LAPD and FBI vehicles everywhere on Crest Drive.From noon to afternoon, she had met many different people.These people had asked her many questions, some even using testing equipment on her.Monica was later informed that the purpose of those devices was to determine if she was lying.Monica was flustered, but fortunately, she hadn't lied in her responses.The equipment confirmed that she was telling the truth, so nothing further happened.She silently followed the others out of the car and into the mansion's hall.Monica looked around; it was her first time visiting this hillside estate.Although she had always known that Zeta-Jones lived here.And that Milo often stayed overnight.Even at night, the ample lighting made the mansion's hall bright and spacious.The entire living room had clean, flowing lines, with large floor-to-ceiling windows that would likely allow ample natural light during the day.The polished marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the exquisite furniture and decorations.A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow and creating a warm and noble atmosphere.After a few steps, Monica stopped observing her surroundings.She saw two familiar women on the living room sofa.She had seen them when she had a cameo in Angels & Demons.They had visited the set to see Zeta-Jones.Monica remembered one was called Julie, and the other seemed to be called Cate.Then, Monica saw the stern-faced Mrs. Sorley nodding at her. "Miss Bellucci, please have a seat over here…"Mrs. Sorley gestured for Monica to sit near the two women.Still unaware of what had happened, Monica nodded obediently and chose a seat next to Julie Delpy.Simply based on appearances.The sweet-looking Julie seemed easier to get along with than Blanchett.The atmosphere was strange; no one spoke, and Monica didn't know if she should say anything.Fortunately, after a while, Monica saw the somewhat familiar Zeta-Jones, wearing a silk robe, slowly descending the stairs.Monica frowned inwardly, wondering if Milo was planning a confrontation tonight.Was he going to announce her existence to his other girlfriends?Otherwise, why would he bring her here?And what was the situation with all the LAPD and FBI outside the mansion?And all these people inside who looked like professional bodyguards?Were they worried that she would argue or fight with the others?Surely that didn't require so many people… Monica couldn't help feeling uneasy.At this moment, Zeta-Jones, in her silk robe, reached the others.Monica saw Julie and Cate stand up, both smiling at Zeta-Jones."You're down? Is he alright?""Catherine…"But Zeta-Jones only nodded and smiled at Julie and Blanchett, her beautiful, watery eyes fixed on Monica."Hello, Monica, good evening. I'm very glad to see you again."Zeta-Jones extended her hand towards Monica, who didn't know what game was being played tonight.She had been reading at home all morning. Then, at noon, everything suddenly became hectic. She was brought here tonight, still completely in the dark.In this situation, Monica could only force a smile and shake Zeta-Jones's hand. "Good evening, dear Catherine. The pleasure is mine."Zeta-Jones smelled wonderful, a combination of bath gel and perfume.The British woman had just taken a bath, Monica thought.As someone who had been in the same situation, having been loved by the same man.Monica could almost immediately tell that the British woman before her had recently been intimately involved with her man.That kind of trace, even a bath couldn't completely erase.Was this a demonstration?Monica felt a twinge of discomfort."Please, sit down. Milo will be here shortly," Zeta-Jones said with dignified grace, acting like a hostess. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, or anything else?""Just some water, please. Milo told me it's best not to drink coffee or tea at night, as it can affect sleep," Monica replied with a smile."Very well." Zeta-Jones smiled graciously and looked at Mrs. Sorley. "Mrs. Sorley, if you would be so kind. Please bring me a glass of water as well, thank you."Julie and Blanchett exchanged glances; they were both drinking coffee…"Of course," Mrs. Sorley nodded.Suddenly.Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang bang! Bang!A series of sharp, rapid sounds erupted in the quiet mansion.If they were native-born Americans, especially those who had grown up on the streets.They would definitely recognize that it was the sound of gunfire!But of the four women present.One was British, one Australian, one French, and one Italian.None of them were American.And they hadn't lived in America for very long.The longest, Julie Delpy, had only been there for five years.So, although they were startled by the sound, they didn't recognize it as gunfire.Seeing that everyone else, including Mrs. Sorley, didn't react, the startled women thought nothing more of it and sat back down."Ha~""You're all here."A moment later.Milo appeared in the hallway leading to the backyard.Seeing them, he gave a radiant smile and walked in.The women, who had been startled by the gunshots and had just sat down, all stood up again with smiles.They rose to greet their man."Milo.""Milo!""You're here…""Are you finished with your business?"Three women made a drama, and the four women's eager voices were somewhat noisy."I have something to tell everyone. Please all sit down first."He smiled and waved his hand, stopping in front of them before speaking.Upon hearing this, both Monica, who was still unaware of what had happened.And Zeta-Jones and the others, who knew a little more.All obediently sat down, looking up at him with four pairs of beautiful eyes fixed on him.And so, they naturally saw the white shirt under Milo's suit jacket.It had some bright red spots scattered unevenly on it, looking somewhat wet.As Milo walked towards them, they were still dripping.Julie Delpy, who was closest to him, smelled something.She couldn't help but speak, pointing with her slender finger, "What's this? Milo, did you get something dirty on you?"Milo looked down, then smiled, saying nonchalantly, "Oh, it's nothing… just some chicken blood. I accidentally got it on me when I was watching someone slaughter a chicken."

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