America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Through the side door of the café, Martin returned to the Hilton Hotel and went to the top-floor restaurant for dinner.

Thomas and Lily would only arrive tomorrow.

Just after Martin and Bruce entered the restaurant leading to the top floor, a waiter in the lobby slipped into a nearby security passage and sent a text message from his phone.

The content was brief: Top-floor restaurant.

Martin and Bruce chose a seat by the window, through which they could see the Washington Monument.

As darkness gradually fell and the lights of the National Mall came on, the night view was also beautiful.

Martin looked in that direction and said, "This place deserves a super-sized firework."

Bruce knew the fireworks he was talking about weren't the ones lit during Independence Day celebrations and reminded him, "Buddy, your thoughts are getting more dangerous, planning to commit treason?"
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Martin shrugged, "Maybe I'm from the slums, I have a special feeling for the soil of America, I always want to give it a little boy or a Little Boy."

Bruce cleared his throat, "I need to let you know, you are now America's national hero, about to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom."

Martin laughed, "The Cola Cult needs to continue its expansion in Washington, put on more events." He clearly joked, "If they ever come to arrest me, they'll first have to exclude members of the Cola Cult, and it turns out ninety-nine percent of them are..."

Bruce was also amused by the bad joke, "Unless you become a Sect Hierarch like Hubbard."

Martin pondered for a moment, "The Church of Scientology is a cult, the Cola Cult is upright and forthright, just like how I conduct myself and do things."

Upright and forthright in winning an Oscar, upright and forthright in taking the Cannes Best Actor award.

No sooner had he said this than he heard high heels, his gaze casually shifted, and he saw two pairs of legs in black stockings, accompanied by a pair of long white legs.

The latter arrived at the table diagonally across from them and suddenly turned towards them.

Martin recognized her as an acquaintance, whom he had met several times on his last visit to Washington, Kate, a reporter from the Washington news.

"What a coincidence, meeting you again," Kate approached to greet proactively, "Martin, congratulations to you."

Martin stood up and shook hands with her, "Thank you."

Kate was obviously dressed with care, wearing a professional dress suit that made her legs look longer, her buttocks perkier, and her bust larger, and she also wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which at a glance gave her a professional vibe reminiscent of Louise.

To be honest, her looks and figure were not inferior to Louise's.

Kate noticed Martin's assessing gaze and pulled over her companion in the black stockings, "This is my friend Rachel, she works in book discovery and publishing."

Rachel extended her hand with a faint smile, "Martin, I'm pleased to meet you."

Martin shook her hand and felt that hers was quite firm, "Pleased to meet you, too."

He looked to Kate, "Are you here for dinner?"

"I'm treating Rachel to dinner," said Kate, who had talked a lot with Martin on his last visit to Washington and had become somewhat familiar, opportunistically added, "How about we join tables?"

She asked, "Bruce, Rachel, you don't mind, right?"

Martin nodded, "Perfect, I'd like to know the latest situation in Washington."

Rachel said, "I'd also like to know about Hollywood's literary adaptations."

Bruce moved over to Martin's side, making room for the two ladies opposite.

After Kate and Rachel placed their orders, Martin casually inquired about the state of Washington politics, especially since Guanhai took office this year.

Kate shared some insights, then said, "You caught a spy at Santa Monica Pier again, is there any top-secret content? You know I'm a reporter, it's tough working in the newsroom without exclusive stories."

Rachel mentioned, "Kate has been under a lot of pressure at work recently."

With an earnest face, Kate pleaded, "Help out your old friend."

"Alright," Martin seemed spellbound by the beauty.

Under the table, Kate lightly touched Rachel's leg, and Rachel nudged her back.

"I was scared to death at that time," Martin said seriously, "I'm not the fearless hero the media portrays, I'm very afraid of death, I fought desperately and bravely only because I wanted to survive."

Kate was slightly taken aback, what kind of secret was this? Any report published would only make Martin seem like a more vivid hero, not a special symbol.

She asked again, "Is that all?"

Martin thought carefully and replied, "Everything else has already been reported."

Kate seemed somewhat disappointed, Rachel kicked her lightly under the table, but she still kept a smile, "Thanks for the exclusive."

Martin smiled, "You're welcome."

At this moment, the waiter brought the ladies their meals.

The conversation then shifted to film adaptations of literature, led by Rachel.

Rachel asked, "I read in the media that you and David Fincher are preparing to adapt 'Gone Girl'?"

With the novel already published and news of Martin's collaboration with David Fincher for a movie adaptation circulated, it shot up the New York Times bestseller list, currently in the top twenty.

Therefore, Martin replied, "The script is completed, and Director Finch is gathering the crew for pre-production, and filming might start in the second half of the year."

Rachel said, "The publishing house I work for has a few good novels, which I think are quite suitable for movie adaptations, are you interested, Martin?"

Martin said, "Bring them over sometime when I'm free to take a look."

Rachel found a reason for them to meet again, "I'll contact the authors when I get back, and then call you?"

It was natural for her to ask for his number, she took out her phone from her bag, "Can you tell me your number?"

Kate had his contact information, and Martin rattled off a string of numbers.

Rachel called, and when Martin's phone ringtone went off, she hung up.

After chatting for a while, Kate invited, "Are you busy tonight? After dinner, let's find a place to have a drink together."

As she spoke, she stood tall and stuck out her chest, emphasizing her assets, making it difficult to refuse.

Before Martin could respond, a nylon-clad foot from below reached over and slid into his trouser leg, rubbing up and down.

Martin's gaze shifted to Rachel.

Rachel just smiled at him as if the foot under the table had nothing to do with her.

In that moment, Martin nearly agreed.

Two beautiful women with outstanding presences actively extending an invitation and hint, how many normal men could resist?

But Martin, bastard though he was, was steadier than an old dog when it came to skullduggery.

He thought of Nevies's recent reminder.

As for fishing, the FBI was the progenitor of similar industries worldwide.

Almost at the same time he thought of this, Bruce, always attuned to Martin, appeared to choke on his water and coughed twice.

Martin took that as a sign from Old Cloth and said with a smile, "I have pressing work tonight, so I must apologize."

"No problem, just give me a call when you're done with work." Kate obviously wasn't as composed as Rachel, sounding somewhat eager, "Rachel and I will bring the drinks over to your place…"

Rachel laughed and interrupted Kate's words, "Martin's work is important, let's not disturb him."

Kate slapped her forehead, "Look at me, the work pressure is so great, my mind's all foggy."

Martin was the epitome of politeness, "Thank you for understanding."

Rachel's foot under the table, however, didn't retreat but instead climbed higher along Martin's leg. Her charming smile didn't waver, "Wait for my call, I'll contact the authors as soon as possible and then discuss the adaptation with you."

Martin responded with a smile, "I'll wait for your good news."

Rachel retracted her foot and gestured for the waiter to bring the check.

Martin volunteered to pay for the two of them, and the four of them left the restaurant together, parting ways at the elevator lobby.

Kate and Rachel took the elevator downstairs. Since there were others in the elevator, they didn't speak until they got out of the hotel and into a car they had driven there.

The latter opened her professional jacket and took out a miniature recording pen hidden in the inner pocket, tossing it aside, declaring, "Nothing useful on this."

Kate exhaled and admitted, "I could tell he was almost glued to us, a total lecher, yet so timid."

"You were too eager, especially about going to his room last." Rachel reminded her, "You could easily make Martin suspicious."

She emphasized, "Martin is indeed a lecher, but he's also the tough guy who took down six or seven armed toughs by himself."

Kate suddenly regretted, "Do you think he might kill me?"

Rachel caressed her face, "Don't worry, we don't need to do anything but seduce him into bed. Isn't that what you're best at? Tempting employees or managers from different departments, extracting news from them."

Kate pushed away her hand, reconfirming, "I cooperate with you, and you've promised me, whether successful or not, you'll not pursue what I've done."

Rachel assured with a smile, "We always keep our word."

"Fine, I'll be more proactive next time." Kate was determined, she couldn't afford a criminal record or lose her job, or she'd be bankrupt, "A wolf always feeds on meat."

Rachel's phone started ringing.

She took it out and glanced at the caller ID, stepped out of the car and closed the door to answer, saying, "Boss?"

"Are you out?" the voice asked.

Rachel admitted, "It's not going very smoothly, he hasn't bitten yet, but I've left the bait; we'll wait for the next time."

"Is he that tough?" The other side wondered, "Didn't he like your look?"

That night, the professional attire of Rachel and Kate was meticulously prepared, imitating Louise and Kelly.

Rachel explained, "In order not to raise his suspicions, I could only pull out early." She got to the crux of the matter, "The bait I left is a literary adaptation into film; we need to quickly find a suitable work that can attract Martin Davis's attention."

"I'll have someone handle that," the voice responded.

......

Back in his room, Martin took off his coat and looked at his trousers, where there seemed to be a lingering odd sensation at the hem.

Bruce said, "Those two women were trying to seduce you."

"Last time I came to Washington, that Kate tried to seduce me," Martin settled on the sofa, reflecting, "Her coming at me again isn't surprising, but this timing…"

He remained extremely cautious, "Nevies had warned us."

Bruce expressed concern, "I'm also worried they may be bait."

Martin nodded, "We'll see how it goes, just be extra vigilant."

The following morning, Rachel called to inform Martin that she had contacted an author willing to adapt their work into a novel.

Martin decided to stall, claiming he had many events in the following days and would discuss it after the celebrations.

He reached out to Nevies and sent over the pictures Bruce had covertly taken of Kate and Rachel.

In addition, Martin did have quite a busy schedule. Eliza and Lily had rushed over, and traveling with them were Thomas and Ari Emanuel, who was there to extend an invitation on behalf of his brother, Ram Emanuel.