Chapter 77: Amateur Mistakes
Beverly Hills was North America's renowned enclave for the wealthy and famous. Situated on the Southern Slope, Cruise Manor occupied half a small hill all to itself. As the residence of Tom Cruise, a Hollywood star striding toward megastar status, it was a magnet for paparazzi and media attention. Every move he and his beautiful wife made easily captured the eyes of the American public.
The morning sun had just climbed into the sky as Tom Cruise stepped out of his home gym. Grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his head, he heard Nicole Kidman call out to him. He gathered all of the day's newspapers from the rack before strolling into the dining room.
"Darling, your breakfast."
He had just taken a seat at the table when Nicole Kidman brought over his coffee and a porcelain plate, setting them down in front of him.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Tom Cruise ignored his breakfast and opened a newspaper instead. Sitting across from him, Nicole Kidman frowned. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but held back.
He flipped to the entertainment section. After only a few glances, the corners of his mouth curled up. He was clearly in a good mood.
"Although The Rock boasts a star-studded cast and spectacular scale, its story is cliché and its plot leaves much to be desired. It is the kind of movie you forget the moment you leave the theater—a typical, brainless American popcorn flick!"
Clearly, the smear campaign launched by CAA and Twentieth Century Fox against The Rock had already begun.
"The action might be cool, but it is too heavily choreographed. The plot is cliché, and the logic is terrible..."