The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 440

At noon, Fernandinho, a man in his thirties, wheeled his cleaning cart onto the hotel's second-highest floor, meticulously attending to every corner. This was the suite level of the Sheraton, where the guests were rich and famous, so the standards of hygiene had to be impeccable.

At this time of day, most guests had either checked out or gone out, rarely lingering in their rooms. Fernandinho cleaned two sections of the corridor without encountering a single person; the entire floor was unusually quiet.

When he switched off the vacuum cleaner, he could even hear his own breathing.

Thump!

A sudden, strange noise startled Fernandinho. He glanced around, bewildered, but everything seemed normal. There was no sign of anyone else.

Fernandinho bent down to adjust the vacuum, but before he could even lower his head, another odd sound echoed through the hall.

Thump!

This time, he heard it clearly.

The sound seemed to be coming from up ahead.

Thump—thump—thump—The noises came in rapid succession. Fernandinho followed the sound with his eyes, his gaze landing on a mahogany door a short distance away.

Thump!

Another impact.

This time, Fernandinho was certain. It was the distinct sound of something hitting that mahogany door.

"What's going on?"

A little curious, he couldn't help but walk toward the mahogany door, at which point the banging suddenly stopped.

Fernandinho shook his head, glanced at the room number, and recalled the guest list he had reviewed earlier. He was about to turn away.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sound of something striking the mahogany door returned without warning, more intense this time, like the beat of war drums in an epic film.

"What is the person in there doing?" Fernandinho couldn't help but wonder. "Why are they hitting the door?"

Then, an unsettling thought crossed his mind. "Could it be a call for help?"

Fernandinho looked at the room number again and confirmed that the guest staying here was supposedly the Hollywood star, Matthew Horner.

The Sheraton had hosted many Hollywood stars in the past, and they were often far more difficult to handle than the merely rich and famous.

Instead of rashly knocking or reporting the strange disturbance, Fernandinho pressed his ear against the mahogany door, which was now trembling more and more intensely, to hear what was happening inside.

The Sheraton in Rio de Janeiro was a five-star luxury hotel, and the second penthouse floor was an exclusive suite area where the rooms had excellent soundproofing. As a result, Fernandinho could hear nothing but the dull thuds against the door.

But the effect was different when you put your ear directly to the solid wood door, which wasn't filled with acoustic insulation.

Thump—!

Fernandinho heard the impact again.

Mmmph—!

Then, he heard a woman's moan.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The impacts continued, and the woman's moans reached Fernandinho's ears without pause.

Fernandinho was a Brazilian man in his thirties; of course, he knew exactly what those kinds of sounds meant.

The woman's moans grew louder and louder, soon overpowering the sound of the banging. The mahogany door pressed against his ear seemed to tremble, vibrating with increasing intensity, even causing his ear canal to hum in resonance.

Fernandinho glanced at the room number again and muttered, "This is Matthew Horner's room. He must be having sex, right?"

Although he couldn't see what was happening, Fernandinho could guess that on the other side of that door, Horner must have pinned a woman against it and begun his most ferocious assault. Under his relentless barrage, the woman's body was repeatedly slamming into the mahogany door.

Fernandinho swallowed hard at the thought. A woman that Matthew Horner himself would ravage like this had to be a stunner, right?

He knew his countrywomen well—passionate and spontaneous by nature—and he didn't take them for granted. A star of Matthew Horner's caliber could probably fill the entire Copacabana beach with Brazilian women willing to be with him with just a wave of his hand.

Perhaps in Matthew Horner's room... there was more than one beautiful woman.

Fernandinho quickly pulled his ear away from the door panel, but even so, the moans still reached him through the not-so-soundproof mahogany.

It sounded as if the woman behind the door was in ecstasy.

Fernandinho stood frozen in front of the door as the loud moans continued for a long time.

"This Matthew Horner is something else," he murmured. "Judging by her cries, he's a pro."

The high-pitched moans grew lower and lower, fading just as Fernandinho, unable to suppress his curiosity, pressed his ear to the upper part of the door panel again.

The moment his ear touched the door, he felt it vibrating rapidly at an extremely high frequency and faintly heard the moans turn into low sighs.

Fernandinho took a deep breath. "No way, is it still going?"

THUD!

It felt as if something had slammed directly into the door. Fernandinho felt his ears ring and hastily jerked his head back from the mahogany panel.

Gradually, the banging from the door subsided, and silence returned to the floor.

Fernandinho then pressed his ear to the door once more. Hearing the faint sound of a man and a woman talking, he quickly moved away, returned to his cleaning cart, knelt, and began fiddling with the vacuum he had just used, pretending to be cleaning.

Then came the sound of the door opening, followed by dialogue.

"Matthew, that was incredible!" The woman's voice was full of praise for the man. "I've never felt as good as I did today."

In the middle of her sentence, the woman couldn't help but giggle—a sound of pure satisfaction that made Fernandinho feel as though she had just experienced the greatest pleasure in the entire world.

A man's voice also reached Fernandinho's ears. "We'll continue this evening. Miss Adriana, your spontaneity melts me."

Adriana?

At that name, Fernandinho lifted his head slightly and looked ahead. The first thing he saw was the back of a man as majestic as a mountain, and beside him, an equally tall woman with long black hair, her slender waist encircled by the man's arm.

That woman, wearing denim shorts, was none other than Brazil's top supermodel, Adriana Lima.

She was the goddess of all Brazilian men!

Blood rushed to Fernandinho's head. He stared at Adriana in awe, unable to tear his eyes away for even a second.

A goddess like Adriana... if she were to grant him a kiss, he'd be willing to give up ten years of his life.

The mahogany door closed, and Matthew walked past him with Adriana in his arms.

As the two walked by, Fernandinho could clearly see that Horner's hand, which had been on Adriana's waist, was now moving downward. By the time they turned into the elevator hall, that bastard Matthew's hand had slipped inside the girl's denim shorts!

"That bastard!"

Fernandinho gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath before the reality of the situation hit him: two people had emerged from that luxury suite, Matthew Horner and Adriana, meaning the woman behind the door had undoubtedly been Adriana Lima.

His goddess, the goddess of all Brazilian men, had just been... defiled by Matthew Horner.

Fernandinho found this outcome hard to accept for a moment. Hadn't Adriana claimed she was still a virgin and insisted on saving herself for marriage?

A wave of envy and jealousy washed over him. What Brazilian man didn't want to sleep with Adriana Lima?

Fernandinho pressed the button on the vacuum cleaner, and its roar finally brought him back to the reality that the goddess of Brazilian men had been "devoured" by an American from Hollywood.

He then let out a long sigh.

But then again, wasn't a woman like Adriana meant for men like Horner?

Fernandinho had worked in hotels for many years and had seen his fair share of Brazilian models. Was there a single one who wasn't eager for the attention of a big Hollywood star? After Gisele Bündchen and now Adriana Lima, he wouldn't be surprised to see Alessandra Ambrosio with a major Hollywood celebrity tomorrow.

"Sigh~"

Fernandinho shook his head, muttering gloomily, "Don't even dream of sleeping with a woman like that unless you're a big star or a rich man."

He abandoned his fantasies, finished cleaning the area, and pushed his cart forward.