While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Cao Kun looked down at the sleeping Mia.

He reached out and gently pried open the small hands that were tightly gripping him.

Then he laid her flat on the pillow and pulled the blanket over her.

"You should go to sleep early too, we have to travel tomorrow."

Cao Kun stood up and straightened his wrinkled cuffs.

"Master Cao..." Monica called softly.

Cao Kun waved his hand, stopping her from continuing.

He opened the door and went out.

"Click".

The lock on the door to the next room turned, and Cao Kun entered his own room.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Cao Kun washed away the stench from the sewers of Delhi.

Before he could even dry his hair, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock".

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a good rhythm.

Cao Kun casually grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around his waist, walked over, and opened the door.

Standing at the door was Monica.

She had washed her face, her long, wet hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes no longer held the helplessness they had before.

Her gaze passed over Cao Kun's face and landed directly on him.

The water droplets that hadn't been dried slid down Cao Kun's neck, flowed over his firm chest muscles, merged into the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into the edge of the bath towel.

Monica's eyes lit up instantly, and her throat bobbed slightly.

Before Cao Kun could speak, she suddenly stepped forward.

He pressed his hands against Cao Kun's chest and pushed him hard.

Caught off guard, Cao Kun stumbled back two steps, his back slamming heavily against the wall in the entryway.

"Monica, you..."

Cao Kun had just opened his mouth, but before he could say anything...

Monica stood on tiptoe and pressed her red lips directly against his, silencing all his voice.

It was a predatory kiss, urgent and passionate, with the charm and wildness of a mature woman.

……

After a long while, the room fell silent.

Monica leaned against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to her chest, her face, known as the "Earth's Flower," still flushed.

Cao Kun sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his water glass and took a sip.

"Is this your way of thanking me?" Cao Kun put down his water glass and turned to look at her.

Monica straightened her hair, turned her head, and said bluntly, "Half of it."

"And the other half?" Cao Kun asked.

Monica suddenly smiled, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Just now, I had a friend investigate you."

She stretched out her finger and traced the lines of Cao Kun's arm.

"You are not only a very skilled exorcist, but also a Marvel shareholder and one of the most talked-about producers in Hollywood right now."

Cao Kun raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Monica continued, her tone realistic and frank:

"There's always a price to pay for being in this industry."

Rather than spending money on those pot-bellied, greasy old men who rely on medication...

She looked at Cao Kun, her eyes sparkling:

"I'd rather sleep with a young, handsome guy like you."

At least you have pectoral muscles and abdominal muscles.

She paused, a satisfied smile curving her lips: "And it truly satisfies me."

Cao Kun paused slightly, his hand holding the water glass, somewhat speechless.

After all that, he found himself to be this woman's "optimal" prey.

He looked at the woman in front of him.

Although she is over forty, time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her.

Her skin remained firm and fair, and her mature charm was something that young girls simply couldn't match.

She truly deserves the title of "ball flower" (a nickname implying she is a beautiful woman).

Even in moments like these, it remains impeccable.

Cao Kun put down his water glass and looked at the woman beside him.

"Now it seems like I'm the one who got the short end of the stick."

Cao Kun leaned against the headboard: "You still expect to get anything from me?"

Monica smiled and pulled the sheet down a bit, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

"When you reach this age, you're bound to learn something."

She leaned closer to Cao Kun, her voice soft yet clear: "From now on, no matter the time, place, or posture, you will be there whenever I call."

Cao Kun looked into her charming eyes and immediately smiled.

"make a deal."

This is the unique advantage of mature women.

She knows when to advance and when to retreat, understands the nuances of human emotions, and knows how to make a man unable to refuse her.

The next morning.

The three of them packed up and left the old apartment building.

This time, Cao Kun did not take them flying or disappearing into the ground.

That's a temporary measure for saving lives; using it normally would be too taxing on magical power and unnecessary.

John F. Kennedy International Airport.

The three of them boarded the first-class cabin.

Mia sat by the window, holding her lost and found Tyler Bear in her arms. Although her face was still a little pale, her eyes had regained their liveliness.

"Uncle Cao, thank you."

Mia turned her head and whispered.

Cao Kun was flipping through the newspaper when he heard this, and nodded: "Go back and get some rest, don't wander around."

"Yes." Mia nodded emphatically.

Monica sat beside Cao Kun, handing him a glass of water, her eyes full of gratitude.

A few hours later, the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

It was afternoon, and the sunlight was blinding.

The three of them walked out of the terminal, where Monica's driver was already waiting by the roadside in his van.

The luggage was loaded onto the car.

Mia leaned against the car window and waved to Cao Kun.

Monica didn't rush to get in the car. She stood by the door, opened her handbag, took out a room key and a check, and stuffed them into Cao Kun's suit pocket.

"Beverly Hilton Hotel, Room 808"

Monica looked at Cao Kun and said calmly, "That's a suite I've booked for years."

Cao Kun touched the hard card in his pocket and looked at her.

"You can go there anytime you need."

Monica straightened Cao Kun's collar: "Call me when you arrive. No matter what I'm doing, I'll get there as quickly as possible."

After saying that, she turned to get into the car.

Cao Kun raised an eyebrow: "That's all?"

Monica stopped and turned around: "What?"

"Don't want a role? Don't want a project? Or ask me at Marvel if there's a suitable position for you?"

Cao Kun looked at her.

If it were Megan or Amanda, they would have handed over the script by now.

Monica smiled and shook her head.

Goodbye, Cao.

She got into the car and closed the door.

The black van slowly drove into the traffic.

Cao Kun stood by the roadside, his fingers stroking the room key.

No requests were made.

There was no attempt to demand resources.

There wasn't even a hint about work.

Cao Kun looked in the direction where the taillights disappeared and nodded secretly.

Having been in this industry for many years, she is far smarter than those impatient young people.

Sometimes, not competing is the greatest competition.

Cao Kun took the check out of his pocket and glanced at it.

Eight hundred thousand US dollars.

For him now, this amount of money isn't much, but every little bit helps.

He casually put the check into his system space and returned to his villa in Beverly Hills at a leisurely pace.

Cao Kun lived a very regular life for the next few days.

During the day, I would handle some documents at the villa, and at night I would go to room 808 at the Hilton Hotel.

Monica always arrived before him.

There is always warm water and a bottle of red wine in the room.

This YDL woman displayed extreme gentleness and submissiveness; she never asked for anything.

Neither the roles, nor the money, nor even the topics of conversation are brought up in that direction.

She seemed to genuinely just enjoy herself.