Hollywood Hunter

It was more than seven o'clock after waking up in the morning, Sabina Friuli dressed in a dark blue silk robe and came to the bed, opened the bedroom window and leaned on the window sill to look out.

This is the south-facing bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Looking around, this Italian-style neoclassical villa is located at the highest point of a rolling hill in the southern suburbs of Florence. The villa has three floors. The pale gray and simple exterior complements the rough stone walls around it. Looking at it, it is open. Many other large and small manors are scattered in his field of vision.

Judging from the terrain, the north of the villa should overlook the entire ancient city of Florence.

Obviously, it was once probably the residence of a nobleman. It is a pity that the monarchy was abolished after World War II, and Italian aristocracy has generally declined, replaced by many capital upstarts that have risen with the recovery of the Italian economy.

Compared with the large tracts of farmland on the outskirts of other cities, this manor still maintains the original state of bushes. It is not difficult to imagine that the large tracts of land around it should also be privately owned.

Sabina Friuli was curiously speculating on the price of the manor, when the bedroom door was knocked.

Opening the door, Sabina Friuli saw Sophia Fessi appearing outside the door neatly dressed. The white shirt and beige trousers that were tailored made her look a bit more capable of a career woman.

"Good morning, Miss Friuli, breakfast is ready, do you want to come together?"

"Oh, okay, let me change my clothes," Sabina Friuli nodded, remembering her pajamas, and unnaturally scratching the neckline, and then said: "Also, you are too early, Ms. Facie ."

Sophia smiled and watched Sabina Friuli take off her pajamas when she returned to the big bed, and said: "Don't worry, you can wash or take a shower first. Besides, I have sent your car away. The repair shop will be repaired at noon. However, it will probably cost a lot of money."

Sabina Friuli was about to change into last night's dress, and when she heard the words, she lifted her clothes and walked to the bathroom. Hearing about the car, she gave Sophia a guilty glance and said, "Thank you, Ms. Fessy."

Sophia smiled unabated, gestured slightly, and said, "Then, the restaurant downstairs."

Half an hour later, Sabina Friuli came to the restaurant, and everyone was sitting at the table.

However, Simon Westero had already eaten breakfast and was sitting at the dining table reading a thick stack of Italian newspapers, holding a pencil in one hand, and occasionally drawing in circles.

The female assistant Zamawei named Jennifer was still eating her food, but she greeted her lightly, then lowered her head and started to eat, because her hair was tied up, the female assistant's head was as white as jade. Of the neck. Sabina couldn't help but glanced a few more times. She was a standard black-haired Latino girl with a hot body and wheatish skin, so she admired Jennifer's fair skin.

After saying hello, Sabina Frielli took the breakfast that Sofia handed over, and ate at the same time, looking for opportunities to have a few words with Westeros from time to time.

But I no longer have any expectations in my heart.

Everything went well last night, at least she thought so. Unexpectedly, Simon Westero had another woman beside him, and she was a woman who was easily jealous. Last night, until she was taken to the guest room by Sophia, the female assistant stayed by Simon Westero's side and gave her no chance.

Sabina Friuli originally imagined that Westeros might come to her bedroom late at night, but it didn't happen until dawn.

In addition, the more mature Sophia Faisy's relationship with him is obviously not general, otherwise, this woman should not live here.

It is said that he still has an official girlfriend.

The current situation, um, is really a carefree guy.

Thinking of this, I felt that I should still have a chance, as long as the other two women leave.

However, the difficulty seems a bit big.

Thinking like this, after having breakfast, Sophia put away everyone's tableware, she wanted to help, and noticed that his female assistant was still sitting in the distance, some vigorous thoughts arose inexplicably, and she also sat still.

The atmosphere in the restaurant could not help but a little stalemate.

Until Sophia appeared again and smiled and said to Jennifer: "Jenny, can you help me pack my luggage? I'm not sure if there is anything missing."

Feeling the faint ridicule hidden in Sophia's tone, Jennifer's face was slightly red, so she got up and walked out.

When the two women left, Sabina Frielli suddenly relaxed a little, looked at the man who was still reading the newspaper, and had nothing to say: "Simon, are you leaving Italy?"

Simon looked up at the woman, nodded and said, "Yes, leave in the morning."

Sabina Freili was taken aback, and said, "This is a shame."

"Nothing, there must be many opportunities to come here in the future."

"Oh," Sabina Friuli stroked her fingers on the table top, and quickly asked boldly: "Then, can I still see you?"

"There should be a chance."

Simon picked up a pencil to mark an article, and took another look at the stunner across the table.

In fact, he is not ignorant of this actress.

In memory, Sabina Friuli played a 42-year-old **** in an Italian movie he loved very much, "The Beautiful City", performing in her father's club every night. It was a 2013 film, directed by the famous Italian director Paolo Sorrentino, and won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film. The many characters in the film and the carefully selected soundtrack have left a deep impression on Simon.

The current Sabina Friuli should be twenty-four or five years old, at the peak of the beauty of a Latina. However, Simon still prefers the seductive silhouette of Ramona licking the back of his hand while dancing in "The Beautiful City".

Seeing that Simon was not speaking, Sabina Frielli took the initiative to find another topic and asked: "Simon, is this house yours?"

Simon did not answer her question this time, but instead asked, "Can you dance?"

"I, um, know a little."

"Learn to dance when you have time," Simon made another mark in the newspaper in front of him, and said, "Next time, if you have a chance, jump to me."

Sabina Friuli's eyes lit up and said, "Next time, when?"

Simon shrugged and said, "I don't know, maybe, it's not next time."

Sabina Friuli felt a little puzzled, but she took it down seriously.

After sitting with the man in the restaurant for more than an hour, Simon turned over a thick stack of more than ten Italian newspapers. Sophia and Jennifer returned to the restaurant again and told Simon that the luggage had been packed and could leave.

Simon gave Sofia a page of memo that he had just written while flipping through the newspaper, and said, "Help me collect information about these people or companies. In addition, I have marked some news in these newspapers. You can make newspaper clippings if you have time. The same goes for news about this list in the media in the future."

Sophia agreed, and everyone left the restaurant together.

The bodyguard was already waiting outside in the car, Sabina Friuli also followed. Seeing a group of people in the car, she wondered if she should take the initiative to leave. According to previous signs, there seems to be no one else in this villa. It's just that you can never walk back to the city, right?

Sophia noticed her embarrassing situation and took the initiative before getting into the car: "Miss Friuli, you can stay here first, and I will be back soon."

When the two cars drove out of the manor one by one, Sabina Friuli returned to the villa, feeling the surrounding quiet, and inexplicably renewed a bit of curiosity, and wandered around the villa like cats on their feet.

There are a total of three floors of the villa, each floor has at least seven or eight rooms, she finally found the entrance to the basement, but most of the doors are locked.

Florence Airport is not far from the southern suburbs. In less than an hour, Sofia came back again, but not alone, but also brought some entourage, to be precise, five young girls in their early twenties.

Sabina Friuli looked at those girls whose appearance and temperament were not inferior to her. She felt a little inexplicable, and even had some unharmonious associations. Sophia just skillfully ordered a few girls to start cleaning the villa. I brought some tools to the restaurant.

After entering the restaurant together, Sabina found Sophia sitting at the table, still cutting out a page of news with scissors according to Simon's markings in the newspaper, and then pasting it on the big sixteen blank bound book.

After watching quietly for a while, Sabina Friuli tentatively asked, "Ms. Faisy, do you need my help?"

Sophia looked at her and nodded: "Okay, you can cut out the news that Simon has marked for me."

Sabina Frielli took the scissors that Sofia had handed over and picked up a newspaper. This is the "Evening Post", one of Italy's largest circulation newspapers. Although it has the name of an evening paper, it is actually a morning paper.

The most important news on the front page today is undoubtedly the news that Giuseppe Tonadore won the Palme d’Or with "Paradise Cinema".

Sabina Frielli originally thought that Simon Westero would make a mark on this important news, but the facts were US dollars. After careful inspection, I finally found a page of marked news, but it was about Maserati. Sabina Frielli knew about this luxury sports car production company and read it curiously. The news was that Maserati was in trouble and might seek to sell it in the future.

Why mark such a piece of news?

Does Simon Westero want to buy Maserati?

He does have this strength.

just.

Sabina Friuli thought for a while, but she still didn't get any clues, so she had to cut this report seriously and handed it to Sophia next to her.

Sophia took the news, pasted it on the newspaper clippings with glue, read it carefully, and compared the memo with a long list of names left by Simon before he left.

Seeing the long list on the memo, Sophia felt a rush of heat in her heart inexplicably.

Fiat.

Armani.

Ferrero.

Prada.

Maserati.

The Agnelli family.

Silvio Berlusconi.

...

...

Some of these lists have long been famous in Italy, some are just wealthy upstarts, and some are still not well-known.

Sophia didn't have the doubtful feeling of Sabina Freili. Seeing this list, she could clearly experience a certain kind of strong aggression.

Simon Westero's aggressiveness.

Sophia is absolutely certain that if given the opportunity, Simon will definitely make a shot to these lists on the memo, just as Westeros bought a large number of shares of technology companies. The continued recovery of other sectors in the super high-level North American stock market of technology stocks in the past two years clearly proves Simon's original vision.

Now, Sophia can realize that the little man is no longer satisfied with this.

Or, he has never been satisfied with just allowing his investment to increase rapidly, he should always pursue endless and rapid expansion. To be precise, it may be to invade the world, or to rule the world.

For many others, such ideals may only exist in fantasy, but he has been doing it truly.

Since its birth in 1986, in less than three years, the industries under the name of Westeros have involved media, technology and fashion. The growth rate of each company has exceeded that of many established families for hundreds of years. It’s not hard to imagine that as long as this rate of expansion continues, that young man will definitely create an unprecedented wealth miracle, far exceeding the previous Morgan or Rockefeller.

Thinking of this, Sophia couldn't help but regret it.

Perhaps, she should have been more active last night, eating the little man first, instead of silently waiting for him to take the initiative. That little man seemed to rarely take the initiative, he just took everything for granted.

"Ms. Fishy?"

A voice by her side interrupted Sophia's contemplation. She recovered and found that Sabina Friuli had already handed over several newspaper clippings.

Picking up his thoughts, Sofia began to paste these clippings seriously, and asked casually: "Florence is not an Italian film and television center, Sabina, why are you here?"

"I just finished shooting a movie. It happened to be playing in Florence for a few days in the eastern suburbs. The invitation letter for the banquet last night was obtained from the crew." Sabina Friuli explained, watching A girl flashed past the restaurant, and asked curiously, "Ms. Faisy, are they all maids in this villa?"

"That's right," Sophia nodded and said, "However, this is only a part-time job. They are all students from several universities in Florence."

"Oh," Sabina Friuli nodded, and said again: "I tried to include the National Film Academy a few years ago, but unfortunately it failed, so I can only try to enter the showbiz directly. Unfortunately, in the Italian circle. It’s really difficult to develop here, especially for actresses. Italy doesn’t have many opportunities for actresses at all."

"So, you want to go to Hollywood?"

Sabina Friuli looked over expectantly and said, "Ms. Faisy, can you help me?"

"I can't help you, Sabina, look at the outside, none of their qualifications is worse than you. However, you are already ahead of them by a lot. At least, you have seen Simon, although they serve this manor. , I may also know that the owner of the manor is Simon Westeros, but it is difficult to see Simon."

Sabina Frielli stopped cutting the newspaper and tentatively asked: "So, what should I do next?"

Sophia smiled and shook her head: "I don't know, maybe you should expect him not to forget you."