The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 793: A Wild Night

A red carpet stretched all the way to the entrance of the National Grand Theatre, flanked on both sides by a sea of fans and reporters.

The moment she set foot on the carpet, the roar of the crowd became a single, thunderous voice, all of them chanting her name.

NiNi felt serene. In that moment, she was the biggest star in the world, a global superstar whose fame and influence eclipsed even that of Matthew Horner!

She glided forward along the red carpet, but after only a few steps, she felt a strange, crushing weight settle on her chest. It was as if some unseen presence was pressing down, squeezing the air from her lungs.

With every passing second, the pressure intensified until it became difficult to even draw a breath.

Why? Suffocating, unable to breathe or scream, NiNi wrestled with the question in her mind. Why won’t you let me walk the path of a superstar? Who’s doing this? Is it jealousy?

Finally, starved of oxygen, she felt her head give a sudden jolt.

With a start, NiNi slowly opened her eyes. The red carpet, the National Theatre, the fans and reporters—it had all vanished.

Her head was suddenly splitting with pain.

She’d felt this before. It was the unmistakable aftermath of a hangover.NiNi raised a hand to touch her forehead, but her arm brushed against something, knocking it over. It made a clinking sound as it rolled away.

The sound was a little strange. She tried to turn her head to see, and there it was: a wine bottle rolling across the carpet toward the wall.

Then she spotted several more bottles: brandy, whiskey, Hennessy, Royal Salute, and a host of others she didn’t recognize.

"This is..."

NiNi was just trying to collect her thoughts when another searing pain shot through her head. At the same time, her breathing grew labored again, as if something heavy was pressing on her chest.

She quickly glanced down to see what the heavy object was, only to find someone’s head resting on her chest.

"Who is this?" NiNi wondered. "Who’s lying on top of me?"

A cascade of long hair obscured the person’s face, making it impossible to see who it was.

The person suddenly murmured in their sleep, their mouth pressing against her breast. A ticklish sensation made NiNi almost cry out, but then the long hair shifted aside, revealing a delicate face.

NiNi pushed herself up slightly, studying the face intently. Her gaze then drifted down in surprise to the naked body, and her eyes widened in shock.

"How could it be her?"

The woman’s face was serene in sleep, and her body was a study in curves—almost perfect, with a full chest, a slender waist, and long legs that would stir any man’s heart.

"Damn it!" NiNi had spoken to her before; she knew her name. "What is Candice Swanepoel doing here?"

The thought sent another splitting pain through her skull, and she couldn’t help but shake her head. As she did, her eyes took in more of the scene.

Her mouth fell open, her face a mask of astonishment.

Candice Swanepoel was on top of her. Doutzen Kroes was holding one of Candice’s legs, and beside her lay two entangled women, Alessandra Ambrosio and Adriana Lima, clinging to each other as they slept.

Then she saw the man.

His muscles were hard as rock, his body radiating explosive power.

She knew just how potent that power was, because she had experienced it firsthand.

It was Matthew Horner!

And next to Matthew Horner: Miranda Kerr, Izabel Goulart, Lily Aldridge, Erin Heatherton.

Like Candice, none of them were wearing any clothes.

NiNi pinched her forehead hard. What the hell was going on here? Was this a hallucination?

Her long nails dug into the tender skin of her forehead. As the stinging sensation faded, the grogginess from the hangover slowly dissipated. NiNi endured the throbbing pain in her head and tried to recall the events of last night. A scene began to form in her mind.

Matthew had invited her to a party for the Angels. She’d followed him into Alessandra Ambrosio’s villa in an affluent Rio de Janeiro neighborhood. Then, the group had opened countless bottles of wine, first drinking from glasses, and later, draped over each other, straight from the bottle.

And just like that, people started getting wasted.

And then? It seemed Miranda Kerr, completely drunk, had started gushing about how amazing it was to be with Matthew. Someone else wanted to find out just how amazing it truly was, and from there, everything spiraled out of control.

More and more images flooded her mind. Then she remembered them coaxing her, and NiNi joining in.

NiNi covered her forehead with her hand and squeezed her eyes shut. "God, what have I done!"

They were supermodels, weren’t they? Didn’t they care about their status? Or was the modeling world even more chaotic than her own corner of show business?

NiNi’s gaze fell on Matthew Horner, who was still fast asleep.

NiNi slowly let her eyes drift from one near-perfect body to the next: Candice Swanepoel, Doutzen Kroes, Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Miranda Kerr, Izabel Goulart, Lily Aldridge, Erin Heatherton...

All of them supermodels or candidates to be Victoria’s Secret Angels.

Now that the hangover had sobered her up, NiNi rubbed her face. "The whole world has gone mad!"

Perhaps because she’d moved too much, Candice Swanepoel, who had been pressed against her chest, suddenly woke up. She stared at NiNi in surprise for a moment before simply rolling over onto her side.

Candice’s movement seemed to set off a chain reaction. Doutzen Kroes stirred, then Alessandra Ambrosio and Adriana Lima, and one by one, the people scattered around the room began to wake up.

NiNi grabbed a random blanket and wrapped it around herself, then moved to one of the sofas, distancing herself from the angelic supermodels. She leaned back to watch how everyone would react.

A few of the Angels also seemed a bit dazed at first, but they quickly pieced together what had happened. One after another, they returned to normal, some even getting up to use the restroom.

Then NiNi saw that Matthew Horner had woken up too, though he didn't seem to be in the best shape. It was as if the series of brutal battles from the night before had drained him of too much strength.

She heard Matthew Horner greet them casually. "Good morning."

"Morning, Matthew," one of the women replied.

The group of models didn’t blush or act embarrassed in the slightest. It was as if everything that had happened last night was perfectly normal, not even worth a second thought.

It was just... too shameless!

They had drunk too much last night, and in the heat of the moment, had fooled around again and again. Now everyone was sober, yet not a single one of them seemed to think they’d done anything wrong.

Of course, Americans had a completely warped worldview. Their sense of modesty was broken!

As they waited for everyone to get dressed, the angelic supermodels even started talking about last night’s "battle," and some of them sounded eager for a rematch.

Matthew Horner, however, had no strength left.

NiNi could see it too. Matthew was clearly exhausted and needed to rest.

NiNi had been silent since she woke up. The world was a mess. She felt her own standards were already low, but this group of supermodels had set the bar even lower.

The foreign entertainment industry was truly far more chaotic than she had imagined.

If Matthew Horner ever invited her to a party like this again, would she accept or refuse?

Her rational mind told her to refuse, but for some reason, a voice in the back of her head whispered that last night had been... fun.

***

After lingering at the villa until mid-morning, a car arrived for Matthew Horner. NiNi walked him out to the car and then left the place as well.

Sitting in the car, NiNi kept glancing back at the villa.

What a wild night.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

Matthew rubbed his forehead and answered, "Back to the hotel."

He asked NiNi, "Are you heading somewhere?"

NiNi shook her head. "I’m going back to rest."

Matthew nodded and said nothing more, leaning back into the comfortable seat and closing his eyes to rest. He had no idea how much he’d drunk last night, but he had definitely shattered his own personal record—maybe even doubled or tripled it.

In a situation like that, alcohol was the best stimulant.

He also hadn't expected their group to end up in such a state.

Reflecting on the previous night's madness, Matthew suddenly realized that one of his earliest fantasies about making it in Hollywood had actually come true.

Having fulfilled this primal, if not entirely wholesome, dream, he now felt a little dizzy. His eyes were heavy, his back ached, and his legs felt weak.

He’d never felt like this before.

But when he considered that his opponents had been a group of Angels who were always in peak physical condition from their constant fitness training, he felt a sense of relief.

Each one's "combat power" was extraordinary, to say nothing of the entire group.