Smoked Them Out

After seeing Warren Beatty, Aaron Anderson quickly noticed that the woman beside him was not Madonna, but Isabelle Adjani.

The French film "Camille Claudel" had also been nominated for the Golden Globe Awards' Best Foreign Language Film, and Isabelle Adjani was its leading actress!

"Something's definitely going to happen tonight."

Aaron Anderson went over to the food table for something to eat while secretly observing Warren Beatty and Isabelle Adjani.

Those two were a rooster and a duck—they were bound to cause a stir!

The only thing was, Isabelle Adjani's boyfriend seemed to be Daniel Day-Lewis right now. That made things interesting.

Outside the museum, Aaron called Jack Wells and told him what was going on.

"Is he alone?"

"Don't worry about that for now. Drive over here and wait!"

"Okay."

Less than twenty minutes later, Jack Wells drove onto a street near the museum.

Aaron got straight into the car. "Inside, Warren Beatty is with Isabelle Adjani. A dog can't stop eating shit—something's definitely happening tonight."

"Wait by this exit. Isabelle Adjani's boyfriend, Daniel Day-Lewis, is also at the ball. They probably won't dare do anything inside!"

"Okay. I bet they'll leave and find another place," Jack Wells agreed, casually pointing at the baseball bat in the backseat.

"I even brought a weapon!"

Aaron rubbed his forehead. Was this guy's whole mind set on giving someone a beating?

"Just wait here. I'm going back in first!"

After returning to the museum, Aaron Anderson found Nicole Kidman sitting in a corner, though his eyes kept drifting toward Isabelle Adjani.

She was with Daniel Day-Lewis now, so keeping an eye on her was enough.

"Where did you go just now? I couldn't find you anywhere."

Nicole Kidman didn't know anyone there. She had only come tonight using Aaron's invitation.

Aaron smiled and hugged her. "I stepped out for a bit. By the way, how did your talk with Director Peter Weir go?"

"He's preparing to shoot a drama, a European-American co-production. It's the romance film 'Green Card,' starring French actor Gérard Depardieu and Hollywood actress Andie MacDowell!"

Andie MacDowell was the female lead in "Sex, Lies, and Videotape."

Gérard Depardieu, meanwhile, was France's hottest comedy star at the moment, known for "Cyrano de Bergerac."

"It's fine. Don't envy her, either. Once I develop a new film, I'll make you famous right away. When 'Wild at Heart' comes out next year, you'll build up some recognition in artistic circles too."

As Aaron spoke, he suddenly noticed Isabelle Adjani and Daniel Day-Lewis separating, seemingly preparing to leave the ball.

"Darling, come with me!" Aaron pulled Nicole to a corner of the second-floor balcony, where they could see the museum exit.

"Aaron," Nicole Kidman said as she leaned against the railing in his embrace, "what are you up to now?"

"Something interesting." Aaron smiled, kissed Nicole, and kept his eyes fixed on the exit.

Nicole Kidman understood as well. She took the initiative to kiss Aaron. "What bad thing are you doing this time?"

Sure enough, Isabelle Adjani and Warren Beatty got into a black Cadillac together!

Aaron immediately called Jack Wells at the intersection outside and told him the make and color of the car.

"Don't lose them. There are only two of them, and they don't have any bodyguards!"

Aaron's actions left Nicole Kidman dumbfounded. "Are you playing some kind of spy game from a movie?"

"No. Warren Beatty and the French actress Isabelle Adjani are about to get busy. You know that old bastard doesn't get along with me."

"This time, I'm going to teach him a proper lesson!"

"Come on, should we leave too?"

Afterward, Aaron pulled Nicole Kidman away from the ball.

As soon as Rust drove onto Wilshire Boulevard, Aaron received a call from Jack Wells.

"Their car stopped at La Brea Tar Pits Park nearby!"

"No way. They didn't even get a room—they couldn't wait? Wait for me to get there!"

Aaron kissed Nicole. "Darling, drive home first. I'll be back later."

Nicole Kidman sighed helplessly and reminded him, "Have your fun, but be careful. Warren Beatty is still a big star, after all!"

"Got it." Aaron smiled, tore off his tie, grabbed his mobile phone, and ran into the nearby La Brea Tar Pits attraction.

At the parking lot, Aaron found Jack Wells's car and got in.

"Aaron, that's the car. They're probably getting busy inside already," Jack Wells said, deliberately pointing at it.

"Call the reporters nearby and get them all to this parking lot. Think of a way to force those two out of the car!"

As he spoke, Aaron began searching the car for anything useful.

A baseball bat? Smashing it up directly? No.

Ramming it with the car? That wouldn't work either.

Jack Wells immediately got out and used a public phone booth nearby to contact reporters, telling them to come to the La Brea Tar Pits parking lot for a major scoop.

Aaron spotted some magazines and newspapers in the car and immediately got an idea. Smoke them out—smoke them straight out.

"Get the liquor out." Aaron grabbed several newspapers and asked Jack Wells for alcohol.

Jack Wells had just finished his call and looked baffled, but he still took out a small bottle of whiskey and handed it to Aaron. "What are you doing?"

"The two inside probably aren't wearing clothes. We'll burn these newspapers under their car..."

"Aaron, you really are a genius. I could tell long ago!"

They were both young men. Jack Wells had always wanted to give Warren Beatty a beating, but the man was a huge star, so he had never had the chance. Now there was a better way.

Of course he was excited!

With a plan in place, the two immediately poured liquor over the newspapers and crept over to the car where the pair were getting busy.

We have to be quick, or Warren Beatty will finish first, Aaron muttered inwardly.

They exchanged a glance, each pulled out a lighter and set the liquor-soaked newspapers on fire, shoved them beneath the car, then quickly returned to their own vehicle.

Then they floored it and drove out of the parking lot...

While Warren Beatty and Isabelle Adjani were getting busy in the car, they suddenly smelled smoke. Then thick smoke began filling the vehicle!

"Shit, is the car on fire?" Warren Beatty and Isabelle Adjani cried out as they threw open the doors.

Isabelle Adjani, her clothes half-off, ran away first and started shouting. Her body was fully exposed, but she couldn't care less.

Warren Beatty, bare-chested with his pants around his ankles, had it even worse. The moment he got out, he tripped and fell, scrambling away on all fours to get clear of the car!

"Click, click, click!" Camera flashes went off in bursts. The first reporters to arrive pounced like sharks smelling blood, snapping pictures frantically.

A huge scoop—an absolute huge scoop. This was unbelievably thrilling!

"Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures!" The experienced pair immediately covered their faces...

Cries of shock, curses, whistles!

Isabelle Adjani crouched on the ground, using her clothes to cover herself, while Warren Beatty hurriedly lay on the ground and pulled up his pants to hide his vital parts.

More and more reporters rushed over...

At that moment, Aaron Anderson had already called the police from a public phone booth on Wilshire Boulevard outside La Brea Tar Pits Park, then walked out!

"What a shame we didn't bring a camera," Jack Wells lamented beside him after they got into the car.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. Plenty of reporters are there. They can't keep it hidden—it'll definitely make the papers!"

Aaron stretched lazily, feeling completely refreshed.