The richest actor in Hollywood.

At noon, a man in his thirties named Fernandinho pushed a cleaning cart to the penultimate floor of the Sheraton Hotel. He meticulously cleaned every inch of the floor and every corner. This was the luxurious suite floor of the Sheraton, where only the wealthy and influential stayed, so hygiene standards were of utmost importance.

At this hour, most guests either checked out or went out, rarely staying in their rooms. Fernandinho had cleaned two corridors without encountering a single guest. The whole floor was eerily quiet.

When he turned off the vacuum cleaner, he could even hear his own breathing.

Thud—

Suddenly, a strange knocking sound startled Fernandinho. He looked around curiously but saw nothing unusual.

As he adjusted the vacuum cleaner, the sound came again before he could lower his head.

Thud—

This time he heard it clearly; it seemed to come from ahead.

Thud—thud—thud—

The sound continued. Following it, Fernandinho looked toward a mahogany door not far ahead.

Thud—

The sound came again.

Fernandinho was now certain; it was unmistakably the sound of something hitting the mahogany door.

"What's going on? Who would be knocking on a door like this?"

Curious, he walked over to the mahogany door. As he arrived, the knocking stopped abruptly.

Fernandinho shook his head, glanced at the room number, and recalled the guest list he had glanced at earlier, ready to leave.

Thud! Thud! Thud...

The knocking on the mahogany door resumed, now even more intense, like the beating of war drums in an epic movie.

Fernandinho reached out a hand and placed it gently on the mahogany door. He could clearly feel the door shaking violently with each knock, as if someone on the other side was desperately banging on it. The sturdy door trembled more and more, seeming as if it might collapse at any moment.

"What is the person inside doing?" Fernandinho wondered, "Why are they knocking so hard?"

He then had a rather unpleasant thought, "Could it be an emergency or illness, and they're trying to call for help?"

Fernandinho glanced again at the room number and confirmed that the guest staying here was the Hollywood star Matthew Horner.

Many Hollywood stars had stayed at the Sheraton Hotel before, and they were far more troublesome than the wealthy guests, each with their own set of peculiarities.

Thus, Fernandinho did not rashly knock or inform the hotel. As the knocking on the mahogany door grew more frequent and the door's trembling intensified, he pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what was happening inside.

The Sheraton Hotel in Rio de Janeiro was a five-star luxury hotel, and the soundproofing on this floor was excellent. Previously, Fernandinho had only heard the dull knocking sounds, but now, with his ear against the door, the effect was different as the door was solid wood without soundproof padding.

Thud—

Fernandinho heard the knocking again and instinctively stepped back, glancing once more at the room number, confirming it was indeed Matthew Horner's room.

No need to guess what was happening inside.

The notorious reputation of this Hollywood star had long reached Brazil.

Matthew Horner was a famous playboy in Hollywood.

Naturally, Fernandinho did not want to provoke someone like him and quickly moved away from the door, continuing to clean the corridor as he walked along.

"It seems like Matthew Horner is in Rio de Janeiro for promotion..." Fernandinho mused as he cleaned, "Does he have a movie coming out?"

As a luxury suite floor service worker at this renowned hotel, he had seen many celebrities indulge in their wild ways here.

After more than half an hour, Fernandinho finished cleaning the corridor and pushed the cleaning cart back to the previous room, stopping unconsciously and putting his ear to the door again.

The knocking sound had disappeared, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Then, Fernandinho, with his ear pressed against the door, vaguely heard a man and a woman talking inside. He quickly moved back to his cleaning cart, squatting down to fiddle with the vacuum cleaner, pretending to be busy.

Soon, the sound of a door opening came from ahead, and the voices of a man and a woman followed.

"Matthew, you're incredible," the woman praised the man enthusiastically, "You're the best I've ever met."

Before she finished speaking, the woman burst into laughter, a laugh full of satisfaction, making Fernandinho feel she had just experienced the greatest pleasure in life.

The man's voice reached Fernandinho's ears too, "We'll continue tonight. Miss Adriana Lima, your passion and fire have melted me."

Adriana Lima?

Hearing the name, Fernandinho raised his head slightly and peeked ahead. He first saw the tall and imposing back of a man. Beside the man was a tall woman with long black hair, her arm in his.

That woman had a stunning figure; it was indeed Brazil's top supermodel, Adriana Lima.

She was the goddess in the eyes of all Brazilian men!

Fernandinho's blood boiled as he stared dumbfounded at Adriana Lima, unable to take his eyes off her.

For a man like him, having a kiss from Adriana Lima would be worth ten years of his life.

Thud—

The sound of the mahogany door closing pulled him back to reality. Matthew Horner, holding Adriana Lima's delicate hand, walked past him.

As they passed, Fernandinho saw clearly that their relationship was far from ordinary.

"That bastard! That American!"

Fernandinho cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth, then returned to reality. Only Matthew Horner and Adriana Lima had come out of that luxurious suite. The woman behind the door earlier was undoubtedly Adriana Lima.

His goddess, the goddess of all Brazilian men, had just been with Matthew Horner...

Such an outcome was hard for Fernandinho to accept.

After the initial shock, he felt a surge of envy and jealousy. Which Brazilian man wouldn't want to have an intimate moment with Adriana Lima?

Fernandinho turned on the vacuum cleaner, and its noise brought him back to reality. The goddess of Brazilian men had been taken by a Hollywood wolf...

He sighed deeply, knowing that for someone like him, Adriana Lima would always remain a fantasy.

Women like Adriana Lima were meant for bastards like Matthew Horner, weren't they?

Having worked at the hotel for years, Fernandinho had seen more than a few Brazilian models, but which one of them wasn't eager to please Hollywood stars? First, there was Gisele Bündchen, now Adriana Lima, and if he saw Alessandra Ambrosio with a Hollywood star tomorrow, he wouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Sigh..."

Fernandinho shook his head. Without the status of a big star or a wealthy man, how could he dream of a woman like that?

He stopped daydreaming, finished cleaning the area, and continued pushing his cleaning cart forward. Adriana Lima might be his goddess, but apart from fantasizing, what could he do to save her from that Hollywood wolf?

Adriana Lima herself probably enjoyed being with Matthew Horner, didn't she?

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