The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 713

"Who are they?"

Emma Watson paced the living room of the suite, occasionally cracking the door open to peek outside. "Matthew, Brown isn't going to kill them, is he?"

Just then, Brown's hand reached for his weapon.

"No," Matthew answered her first question. "Paparazzi. From The Sun."

From outside came Brown's threatening words, as well as the reporter's defiant voice.

Matthew remained seated, uninterested in even glancing their way, let alone foolishly going out to confront the two paparazzi.

The British paparazzi were living up to their reputation. These two from The Sun were incredibly arrogant, spewing all sorts of threats about exposing him.

But they were each facing three grim bodyguards, and no amount of blustering could change their situation.

Of course, Matthew would report this to the hotel and the police; he certainly wasn't going to let them cause any physical harm in his suite.

Brown Williams had served in an anti-terrorism unit and had a wealth of experience.After a little while, the voices of the paparazzi, now separated into two rooms, faded. They were no longer shouting as arrogantly as before.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Matthew called out, "Come in," and Brown Williams pushed the door open, holding two miniature cameras and two recording devices.

He turned and shut the door behind him. "After some questioning, it turns out they're both from The Sun. They got in with help from one of the hotel's cleaning staff. I searched them and found these."

As he spoke, he placed the items on the table in front of Matthew.

"Destroy them. Completely," Matthew told Brown Williams. "Do it now."

This didn't just concern him; it involved Emma as well.

Brown called another bodyguard in from outside, and they promptly reduced the cameras and recorders to scrap.

"What now?" Emma asked, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "How about we drown those two?"

Matthew first smiled at Emma, then said to Brown Williams, "Inform the hotel, and also... call the police."

Brown Williams nodded and turned to leave with the other bodyguard.

"We're just going to leave it at that?" Emma found this a bit strange. In her experience, Matthew wasn't such a forgiving person.

Matthew shook his head. "I can't exactly throw them into the sea, can I?"

Emma asked again, "What are you really planning to do? Aren't you going to tell me? I'm involved in this too, you know."

"I seem to recall that the head of News Corp in the UK is Rupert Murdoch's youngest son. James Murdoch, I think his name is," Matthew said casually. "My agency has a business relationship with News Corp."

Emma understood immediately. "They're going to lose their jobs."

"Emma, I remember your father's a lawyer, right?" Seeing her nod, Matthew added, "Ask him to help me find a suitable attorney. I'm not very familiar with British law. We'll see how I can sue them. I'm not looking to win; I just want to drag out the legal process again and again."

"I'll talk to Dad later," Emma replied.

She knew this was the most common and effective method the rich used against the poor: crushing them with money. Hundreds of thousands of dollars in legal fees would be nothing to Matthew. Those two paparazzi wouldn't be able to bear it.

Matthew concluded, "There's something else, but I haven't thought it through yet. I'll wait for Brown to have someone look into it."

"Be sure to let me know," Emma said.

Within minutes, the hotel's on-duty manager rushed over, and the police arrived shortly after. The executive producer and Christopher Nolan from the film crew also heard the news and came to see what was happening.

Matthew and Emma gave their statements as a matter of course.

The hotel reviewed its security footage and quickly found the mole, promising Matthew they would deal with him as soon as possible.

The case was straightforward. The police followed standard procedure and took the two paparazzi away.

After the police left, the hotel manager apologized to Matthew and Emma. Matthew didn't give the hotel staff a hard time, only asking that they severely punish the person who had let the paparazzi in.

Of course, a matter like this couldn't be taken lightly. With Helen not around, Matthew couldn't be bothered with such an unpleasant task, so he simply let the film's executive producer handle the negotiations with the hotel.

In the end, the Hilton hotel waived the accommodation fees for the entire cast and crew of Inception and presented Matthew and Emma with gold cards, allowing them to stay at any Hilton hotel for free at any time for the next three years, among other perks.

Once everything was settled, Matthew's first call was to Helen. He also had Brown Williams conduct a thorough sweep of his suite.

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

Closing the door, Matthew sat on the living room sofa, leaned against Emma, and said, "I didn't expect so much to happen after inviting you over. We could have just gone to your place."

Emma didn't seem to mind. "It's fine." She frowned slightly. "I suppose there will be more gossip about us tomorrow."

Matthew waved a dismissive hand. "Don't pay any attention to it. Just pretend you don't see it."

He had just heard from Brown Williams that when the police took the two paparazzi away, the entrance to the Hilton was already surrounded by reporters.

What happened tonight was impossible to keep secret.

Just then, Emma added, "I called Dad. I'm meeting him at his office tomorrow."

Matthew nodded cautiously. If that didn't work out, he'd just find another major law firm. There were plenty of practices that would take on a client like him.

Just then, the phone in the suite rang. Matthew picked it up, listened for a moment, then quickly hung up and told Emma, "The hotel fired the mole... They're also going to report him to the relevant unions, so he'll have a hard time finding another job anytime soon."

"People like that are the worst," Emma said.

An idea suddenly struck Matthew. "Why don't we try something... and see if it works..."

Emma moved closer to him. "What exactly?"

Matthew lowered his voice and murmured to her. Emma nodded repeatedly. "Yes! Yes! Have someone give it a try! We don't lose anything even if it doesn't work out..."

They spoke for a little longer, and then Matthew called Brown Williams.

In the modern era, information spreads with astonishing speed. Emma Watson turned on her computer, and news that she and Matthew were staying at the Hilton had already spread all over the internet. The incident had happened just an hour ago, yet the secret filming attempt was already being reported in detail on numerous websites.

The efficiency of the British entertainment media was astounding. Not only were there photos of the two paparazzi being taken away by the police, but the media had also dug up their names, their employment at The Sun, and even described the entire incident.

Reading this, Matthew suspected there were other informants from the entertainment media inside the hotel, and that there might even be someone in the police force selling information.

A short time later, even more gossip and salacious stories appeared online, each more staggering than the last.

In a country with such a powerful gossip industry, entertainment news spread even faster than it did in Los Angeles.

As usual, Matthew wasn't bothered by any of it, let alone concerned with media relations. And Emma was still in his room.

Even a young woman like Emma Watson wasn't particularly concerned, and neither was he.

And there was an excellent way to forget all about it.

After reading a bit of the online gossip, Matthew simply scooped Emma up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. How could such trivial annoyances get in the way of a matter as important as enjoying life?

***

The night grew darker, the time nearing midnight. In the janitors' break room in the second-level basement of the Hilton Hotel, a man named Morrison walked out a side door with his head bowed, clutching a small cardboard box under the watchful eyes of two security guards.

As of this moment, he was unemployed.

Walking down the street with his head still lowered, Morrison turned to look back at the entrance of the Hilton, where at least a few hundred reporters were still gathered.

There had been plenty of reporters there to begin with, but after what happened tonight, it seemed like every media outlet in Britain had sent someone over.

He wasn't surprised he'd been fired from the hotel; he knew this would be the outcome the moment he agreed to help those two. But the result wasn't what he had expected.

Fifty thousand pounds. If it hadn't been for the temptation of that money, would he have done such a thing? He'd wanted to maintain his professional ethics.

Now that those two bastards had been caught red-handed and taken away by the police, there would be no talk of a reward or anything of the sort.

Dejected, Morrison tossed the box in his hand straight into a trash can. He stood on the curb, his anger growing.

He didn't get the money, and he'd lost his job. He'd lost a lot of money.

No, this was all because of those two bastards. They had to be held responsible for this. He couldn't just let it go.

Morrison had just made his decision when a figure in a black hoodie appeared from behind and suddenly stood beside him.

"What do you want?" Morrison grew wary. London wasn't the safest place, especially at night. "Who are you?"

The man's hood was unusually large, hiding most of his face in shadow and making it hard to see him clearly. His clothes were ill-fitting, and he seemed to be hunched over, making it difficult to judge his height.

"Friend, want to earn some money?" the man asked unexpectedly.