America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

In the late afternoon, Bruce received a message that Porsche had delivered a Panamera with all the paperwork completed to their house. Martin simply went home early and signed a check for the client manager who accompanied the car.

The client manager, after receiving the check, handed over a business card with both hands, "Mr. Davis, if you need any vehicle, just call me. I'm at your beck and call."

Martin accepted it, "Can do."

Bruce opened the trunk of a car parked nearby, took out two boxes of gun oil, and carried them over to the villa, "Time to do some gun maintenance."

The maintenance of the firearms at home had always been personally done by Bruce.

When Martin reached the villa, he dragged two discarded boxes out of the basement, picked up the trash that Old Cloth had sorted out, and went through the side door to throw away the rubbish.

There was an alleyway between his house and the neighboring Charlize Theron's, where the garbage bins were placed.

As Martin disposed of the trash, he noticed that his bin was slightly deformed, as if someone had kicked it, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Who's this bored to kick a trash bin? All the servants at home are female; they normally wouldn't have such strength."

He just took another look and was about to leave when the side door next door also opened at this time.

Stuart Townsend came out carrying two bags of garbage.

When he saw Martin, he couldn't help but pause.

Martin greeted him, "Hey Stuart, long time no see. Haven't seen you or Sally for a while."

Hearing Charlize's name pop out of Martin's mouth, a wave of anger rose in Stuart's heart, bringing back memories of what happened during the Cannes Film Festival.

He said directly, "Sally's not in Los Angeles, she's been out filming for a long time."

Martin slapped his forehead, "Right, I think I heard her mention that in Cannes. Look at my terrible memory; sorry about that."

Stuart's gaze fell on the two garbage bags in his hands, and he really wanted to throw them over Martin's head.

But in the end, he only dared think about it.

He had watched the videos from Burbank Middle School and Santa Monica Pier and knew the guy across was a cruel and brutal bastard, ready to kill at the slightest provocation!

Stuart suspected that if he threw the garbage bags over, giving Martin Davis an excuse for self-defense, the latter might just pull out a gun.

Such a neighbor was the ultimate nightmare for any man.

Handsome, famous, rich, and damn good at fighting too!

Stuart didn't dare give Martin an excuse for self-defense, quickly walked forward, passed by Martin, but ultimately couldn't help himself and said, "Stay away from Sally in the future, she's my girlfriend!"

Martin looked at Stuart in slight surprise. Was this guy crazy?

Stuart said emphatically, "If you dare to hassle Sally again, I'll…"

His initial part of the sentence was full of momentum, but the rest automatically weakened, "I'll go to the media and ruin your reputation!"

"You're mistaken, Sally and I are just friends," Martin said firmly and confidently, having never done anything to Charlize Theron.

Stuart looked at Martin coldly, "No more excuses. Are you daring to do but not to own up?"

Martin, putting himself in the other's shoes, suspected that Stuart wanted to sell news or fabricate scandal, but still said, "Really, there's nothing there. You can bring Sally over, and we can confront each other."

Stuart didn't believe it at all and threw the garbage bags into the bin.

Perhaps he used too much force, the bag opened and an used condom fell out…

Martin looked at the garbage bin and then at Stuart, frowning, "Did you just say Sally's been out filming for a long time?"

Stuart panicked in that instant because he had to endure Charlize Theron's infidelity to maintain his current luxurious lifestyle.

But if he was unfaithful, wouldn't that give Charlize Theron a legitimate reason to break up? Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Absolutely not!

Stuart, an actor himself, was very panicked inside but managed to keep a composed exterior like an old dog, loudly saying, "I'm jerking off alone watching Sacred Valley porn, watching the Sacred Valley edition of 'Limitless' no less!"

As he spoke, he turned and, out of habit, kicked the Davis's garbage bin, producing a thud.

The bin caved in slightly.

Martin understood why his garbage bin was deformed; it was Stuart who had kicked it.

After kicking, Stuart saw Martin's cold gaze, didn't say a word, and quickly walked back to the side door.

Once inside, he dared to say, "Come near Sally again, and I'll leak your dirt to TMZ!"

Martin turned to look at him, "Do you know the consequences of slandering me?" He suddenly laughed, "I'll turn your slanderous allegations into truth."

Stuart pointed at Martin, "You…"

Martin didn't bother with him anymore and went back inside his house.

Of course, he was just scaring Stuart with a joke. But if Stuart really slandered him, Martin wouldn't mind turning the lies into truths.

Having a neighbor who is a male gold digger with a beautiful girlfriend is too much to handle.

Martin felt he had always valued neighborly friendship and had never done anything inappropriate to Charlize Theron, but ended up being accused regardless.

Too frustrating!

That's not the way to be a person.

Martin went back to the villa to help Old Cloth maintain the firearms.

Before dinner, a Porsche came back.

Martin went down to the garage area, waited for Elizabeth to get out of the car, and pressed the remote for the garage door.

As the rolling door rose, a brand-new Porsche appeared before Elizabeth.

Elizabeth clasped her hands over her mouth, her face full of surprise; the car was her favorite Porsche, in her favorite color of red, with a fashionable teardrop design.

"It's beautiful," she said, lowering her hands to reveal a sweet smile that could scatter the storm clouds and draw out the sun.

Martin handed her the car keys, "You can give it a try."

Elizabeth, pulling Martin along, got into the car, "Let's go for a drive to the hilltop park."

The two got into the car, drove out of the manor's gates, and headed up the mountain.

Curiously, Elizabeth asked, "Is today some special day that you're giving me such a gift?"

Martin responded like any regular working-class man, "Because I got my paycheck, I bought a gift for my girlfriend."

Elizabeth exclaimed loudly, "I love it very much!"

She was excited, but she didn't drive fast, and after a loop around the mountaintop, they returned home.

After getting out of the car, Martin asked, "Where's Lily?"

"Busy with her exhibition," Elizabeth said casually, "Lily has become the media's acclaimed artist after stealing the show at her exhibition."

She didn't forget to take credit for her part, "I roped Maria into supporting Lily, and it worked out great."

Martin chuckled, "Only you would have so many ideas."

But Elizabeth countered, "Lily thinks even more."

After dinner, Martin, Bruce, and Elizabeth went to Cain's Angel Shooting Club together.

Chad Stahelski and Marcus were here designing some shooting scenes.

About fifteen minutes later, producer Aziva Gosman and Louise Mel also arrived.

Together, they discussed the adaptation of Marcus's memoir, "Lone Survivor."

The funding from South Korea had already been secured, the script was already complete, and the only key position currently missing was the director.

Aziva Gosman had previously recommended his long-time collaborating director, Peter Berg.

Louise and Marcus had both talked with this director and thought he was the right choice.

Martin also cast his vote in favor.

The film was entirely funded by South Korea, and even if it were to lose money in the end, Davis Studio would still pull in a substantial management fee.

This was the normal operation mode of Hollywood, both legal and reasonable.

For the casting, Martin decided not to interfere, leaving it up to the production team to select.

Marcus had become significantly overweight and couldn't act; he certainly couldn't play himself.

After discussing these matters, the group went to the shooting range to practice.

Elizabeth had no interest in shooting and stayed behind.

Louise didn't leave either, and the two asked for drinks and sat chatting together.

They had been neighbors for many years and were familiar with each other.

"I remember when I first moved to Sherman Oaks, you were just a little girl," said Louise, who had known the Olsen sisters for over a decade, looking at Elizabeth's chest, "And now you've grown up so much."

A smiling Elizabeth replied, "Sometimes when I came home from school and there was no one at my place, I would often go over to your house to mooch food and drinks. It was also at your home where I first met Martin."

Louise suddenly laughed, "I never imagined that fate would be so marvelous, and you would end up becoming Martin's girlfriend."

Elizabeth said, "Love is especially mysterious. After surviving a life-and-death ordeal with Martin at Burbank Middle School, I fell for him."

She emphasized, "My parents gave me my first life, Martin gave me my second life."

"Yes, the way things develop can be particularly wonderful. The little barkeep and the small-time dance boy from Atlanta ended up as big stars in Hollywood," Louise said with a meaningful tone, "When I brought him to Hollywood, I never imagined he could achieve this level of success."

Elizabeth's smile remained sweet, "I'm still young, only 20 years old, and able to witness Martin achieve even more."

Louise shook her head with a smile, "I always thought you were a sweet and innocent girl."

Elizabeth knew that time was on her side. Dropping her sweet facade, she said earnestly, "Louise, I've known you since I was very little, and I've always looked up to you as my role model, always respecting you."

"You really are a good girl, but Martin is a legitimate bastard," Louise admitted, "Don't worry, time is on your side."

Elizabeth's face broke into a sweet smile again.

Muffled gunshots could be faintly heard in the distance, along with loud cheers.

Elizabeth was used to seeing guns at home and sometimes accompanied Martin to the shooting range for practice.

After Louise left, she drifted into a reverie, planning what kind of surprise she would use tonight to empty the bullets from Martin's gun.

Elizabeth had discussed this matter with her two older sisters, who suggested she develop things step by step, always maintaining a certain freshness.

Fully developing too early was not a good thing.

It was nearly an hour and a half later when Martin finally came out of the shooting range and called Elizabeth to head home together.

On the way, he received a call from Nolan.

Nolan asked him to report to the set early the next day to prepare for the exterior shots in Los Angeles.