America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The red Porsche circled around Beverly Hills and then plunged into the underground parking of the Four Seasons Hotel. As soon as Elizabeth had parked the car, she unbuckled her seatbelt and threw herself onto Martin.

The Scarlet Witch, with a sweet smile on her face, is right before my eyes.

The thudding pulse of the earth's energy raised a volcano, crashing into Martin's arm.

What normal man could stand the test of an eighteen-year-old beauty.

Martin cupped Elizabeth's face and kissed her.

Elizabeth rose and shifted over, straddling above the passenger seat.

The cramped space in the Porsche pressed them tightly together.

Martin unconsciously thrusted his hips, and Elizabeth's head thumped against the car ceiling with a thud.

"It's too narrow here, can't spread out." Both of them were not small in size, and Martin was also worried that someone might take clandestine photos: "Get out, get out."

Elizabeth rubbed her head and went to open the passenger door: "Why don't we go to your place?"

She liked the idea of going straight to Martin's house, doing everything in one go, simple and convenient.

Martin spoke the truth: "Those two bastards, Leonardo and Nicholson, are too much trouble. I'm afraid they'll launch another surprise attack."

Elizabeth thought of the last time: "We should stay away from them."

As she spoke, she sat on Martin's lap and moved down forcefully.

Martin's eyes widened: "Slow down, slow down, it's going to break..."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly: "Sorry, sorry, I'll make a personal apology later, and comfort it well."

Martin said: "You've just raised my expectations."

Elizabeth glanced at him: "You... are really up." She had done a lot of preparation: "I've watched many Sacred Valley movies in the past six months."

The two got out of the car, took the elevator upstairs, and halfway there, Bruce came over and gave Martin a room card.

Upon reaching the luxurious suite on the top floor, Martin closed the door, tossing the coat aside.

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Elizabeth made a thorough apology for her recklessness getting out of the car, and soothed meticulously.

Martin stood at attention, saluting as a sign of forgiveness.

Elizabeth's eighteenth birthday, after being postponed for half a year, was finally completed successfully.

That day, the two of them didn't leave the hotel.

A girl like Elizabeth, who strove to comfort those injured, would definitely not be unfairly treated by Martin.

Last time, due to the meddling of the ruinous buddies, Leonardo and Nicholson, the ceremony ended before it could even begin.

Martin decided to compensate her properly, primarily by supplementing her shortcomings.

Elizabeth would drag it out if she could; the longer the delay, the more compensation she'd receive.

At night, Martin ordered a late-night snack, and the two sat on the balcony, savoring the delicacies, admiring the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles.

The night breeze came, and Elizabeth's long hair and dress fluttered with the wind. Her tender brows and eyes and her cheerful, sweet smile were healing.

If one had to find a word to describe it, Martin thought "sweetheart" might be quite fitting.

The little sweetheart caught Martin staring at her, and her smile grew sweeter. When he slightly came back to his senses, she deliberately asked: "Do you know which role I just got?"

Martin, of course, knew: "Caroline, the daughter of Daisy and Benjamin."

Elizabeth picked up a cake and took a small bite, white cream sticking to her lips: "Martin, during rehearsal and filming, I'm going to have to call you daddy."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Martin's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if a wire had snapped, and he coughed softly: "Your acting still has a lot of room for improvement."

"Can you give me some guidance right now?" Elizabeth took the initiative, entering into character: "Daddy..."

Yet Martin was still outside the scene: "Liz, when you call me that, I feel like I've turned into an old boy."

Elizabeth picked up another piece of cake, took a bite with some cream, and quoting Caroline's lines said: "Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Why are you so rough with me?"

Martin said: "Every old boy has a daughter he loves the most."

Elizabeth improvised: "Talking is useless, you have to prove it with actions!"

Martin stood up and pulled the little sweetheart to her feet, enveloping her in another kiss.

Elizabeth was sweet.

...

In the morning, at the Olson Family mansion.

The Olson sisters entered the garden and walked along the flower-encircled path. The dew of autumn wet the grass and the road, making it especially slippery and inducing an unconscious desire to quicken one's pace.

Mary stopped by a protrusion on the path, stamping firmly a few times, loosening the stone slab which emitted a series of squeaky noises. Perhaps because it was drenched in dew, the sound was unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

Ashley approached a cardamom plant, gently flicking the dew from the pod, cracked it open and gently twisted the red cardamom inside, plucking it out and fiddling with it between her fingertips: "Liz didn't come back last night."

Mary walked forward and spoke: "I texted her, she was with Martin last night."

Ashley pointed to the next room, "That Martin Davis?"

"Exactly," Mary said, "the one with a lot of scandals, a playboy just like Leonardo and Nicholson."

However, Ashley threw away the cardamom and said, "How many Hollywood male stars aren't playboys?

At least playboys are a bit more reliable, they're not troublemakers." She and Mary had been in the entertainment circle since they were babies, one could say they grew up in the industry, "Liz wants to make a career in Hollywood, she'll inevitably encounter many jerks, an early start isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Mary stopped for a moment, "Remember to remind her to take safety precautions."

The sun climbed higher, the weather heated up, dew on the garden path evaporated, turning it dry, and the Olson sisters went back to work, handling office affairs in their home's study.

By mid-morning, a red Porsche drove in, parking on the outdoor parking lot at the side of the plaza.

Elizabeth, beaming, got out of the car, her walk bouncy and her face's sweet smile pure enough to heal the huge psychological wounds of Bale or Pitt.

Thinking of the way she would call out "Daddy" during rehearsals, and how old boy Martin would get excited, Elizabeth's smile grew even sweeter.

"Liz, come sit," Ashley called her sister over, "Why so happy?"

Elizabeth sat beside her sister, laughing, "I've bagged myself a boyfriend!"

Mary came over from the study, "Martin?"

"Yes, Martin," Elizabeth said radiating with the sour smell of love, "He's now my boyfriend."

Mary nodded, "You've grown up, I won't say much, just a reminder, keep safety precautions in mind."

"I will," Elizabeth replied earnestly, her smile fading, "If something unexpected happens, I'll just marry Martin."

Ashley shook her head, "You're thinking too far ahead."

Elizabeth had her own views, "I think people in love should get married."

Mary and Ashley did not take her seriously but simply smiled and went back to work in the study.

Elizabeth did not insist on her family's approval, she leaned back on the sofa and took out her phone to send a message, "Tonight, I'll come to see you."

On the other side, at Paramount Pictures, Martin sat in an electric cart and replied with a message, "I have dinner plans with friends tonight, you should join us."

Elizabeth asked, "Leonardo and Nicholson?"

"That's them." Martin said, recalling how these two scoundrels had called him that morning, "They'll also bring their own dates."

Elizabeth agreed to it.

Martin put away his phone as Bruce parked and he jumped off to go into the Benjamin Studios, ready to continue with the special effects modeling work.

Arriving at the special effects studio, from a distance he saw Kate Blanchett talking to Eric.

The former had come over for aging Daisy's modeling.

Martin strode up, exchanged greetings with Eric, and asked, "When do we start?"

Eric said, "Just wait a bit, there's a small software conflict that came up, not a big issue, my people are handling it urgently, it'll be sorted out quickly."

Eric was called over to the other side of the studio and he apologized to Martin and Blanchett before rushing off.

Martin was already in working mode, his mind full of his character, he ignored Blanchett and prepared to walk past her to his own rest area.

Blanchett, unable to suppress her revulsion, reminded him coldly, "Please keep your distance from me."

Martin glanced at her and, not bothering to respond, went into the rest area.

After closing the door, he took out his phone and dialed Nicholson's number, "There's a gathering at Leo's place tonight, did you find a date? Let me introduce someone to you, come to Paramount Pictures, Blanchett is here, don't you want a bit of fun?"

Nicholson replied, "I'll head over after work."

He immediately got into action, ordering roses and calling Leonardo to cheer him on.

One has to actively seek fun, or fun won't come looking for them.

Martin waited for about fifteen minutes, then someone came to notify him, and he went to the special effects studio, walking feebly under the surround of multiple camera lenses, like an eighty-year-old man with unsteady legs.

In the afternoon, an assistant brought in an old-fashioned wheelchair, Martin sat in it, hunching over, looking like the final flickering light of life.

Nearing quitting time, he received a text from Nicholson.

Martin left the studio early and saw Nicholson outside the studio with an impressive entourage; he took a detour around them to the area where the electric carts were parked, standing at a higher spot and waiting patiently.

Bruce came to his side and asked, "What have you guys planned this time?"

Martin gestured with his eyes, "People are coming, it'll start soon."

Blanchett, with her bag and assistant, came out of the studio entrance and looked up to see the crowd, with that old man in the center, sporting sunglasses and an air of a British gentleman.

"Start!" With Leonardo's command, the others sprang into action.

The red carpet rolled out, landing right below the studio steps, with two beautiful presenters hurriedly carrying baskets and scattering red rose petals from their fingertips onto the carpet.

Pop, pop, confetti flew into the air, and ribbons fell onto the red carpet.

Everyone, whether outside the studio or inside, was stunned.

Nicholson stepped forward, a bouquet of 99 vibrant red roses in hand, heading towards Blanchett.

Behind him, Leonardo gestured grandly and two others unfurled a banner with the words — Blanchett, My Dearest Love!

When it came to shamelessness, Nicholson was Martin's senior by far.