America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

New York, Kennedy Airport.

Because the flight was delayed, when Blake Lively pushed her luggage out of the arrival gate, the sun had already set.

There were quite a few people gathered near the arrival gate waiting to pick someone up, but she didn't see Martin—only his lackey Bruce.

"Hey, Blake, over here." Bruce stepped forward to take the suitcase.

Blake brushed back her blonde hair and asked directly, "Where's Martin? He didn't come?" Your journey continues with m v|l-e'm,p y r

Bruce pulled the suitcase outside: "He couldn't get through to you on the phone while you were on the plane. He's prepared a party for you tonight, many guests have arrived, so he had to go back to greet people."

Blake looked back at the airport and said, "It's all because of the flight delay."

They arrived at the parking lot, put the luggage in the car, and once Blake got into the car, Bruce said, "There's a surprise."

"Thank you, Old Cloth." Blake was full of anticipation.

Traffic in New York was congested, and the car arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel as the sky darkened.

The car stopped in front of the hotel, and Bruce said, "Banquet Hall number two, go ahead."

"Is what I'm wearing okay?" Blake was dressed in simple jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

Bruce nodded: "It's fine."

Blake got out of the car, quickly entered the hotel, found out where Banquet Hall number two was, went upstairs, and even started to jog along a corridor.

At the end of the corridor, the red wooden door of the banquet hall opened from the inside, and Martin came out.

Blake rushed over, hugged Martin, her feet lifting off the ground and kicking back, her whole body crashing into his arms.

"I've missed you." She said only that, hugging him even tighter.

Martin kissed her forehead and said, "Me too." He patted Blake's back: "Come in, there are a lot of guests."

Blake held Martin's hand and entered the banquet hall.

The lighting inside was dim; as the birthday song started playing, Mene pushed out a large cake in the flickering candlelight.

Martin nudged Blake: "It's two days late, but I hope you like it."

Blake walked over and blew out 18 candles.

The lights brightened, and applause broke out.

Only then did Blake realize that many of the people who came to celebrate her coming of age were individuals she couldn't even dare to dream of.

Great director Martin Scorsese, Oscar Best Actor Jack Nicholson, and the once-idolized Leonardo...

With so many people attending her adulthood celebration, Blake felt she could boast for a lifetime.

"Martin really put his heart into it." The slight displeasure in her heart was washed away by excitement and joy.

After Martin introduced Blake to everyone present, Leonardo quietly came to the entrance of the banquet hall, took out his phone to make a call, and quickly hung up once the ringing started on the other end.

Nicholson had been watching Leonardo closely, and now he picked up a glass of wine, clinked it with his old buddy Scorsese, and said, "The show's about to start."

Scorsese knew that the three oddballs in the crew loved to cause trouble, but it never affected the filming, so he couldn't be bothered to interfere: "Did you and Leo plan this?"

Nicholson glanced at Martin: "Shouldn't a scumbag always be a scumbag? This bastard actually thinks about betraying me and Leo; that's unforgivable."

Scorsese thought to himself that according to Hollywood scripts, it's the prodigal son's return that's the right path.

Upstairs, Angela Lindvall, Carolina, Doutzen Kroes, Miranda Kerr, and others, all dressed in uniform sky-blue jeans and white T-shirts, led by Ambrosio, left their hiding room and headed toward the banquet hall on the second floor.

Among them, Angeli and KK carried two specially-made telescopic rods.

Doutzen held a folded red banner.

As they turned into the corridor leading to the banquet hall, Ambrosio said, "Get ready."

Angela and KK extended the telescopic rods, and Doutzen and Miranda hung the banner on the rods.

The few of them laughed heartily, finding the situation too amusing.

At that moment, the door to the banquet hall opened, and Leonardo came out, asking, "Are you ready?"

Ambrosio gestured an OK with her hand: "We're just waiting for you to open the door."

Leonardo couldn't help but laugh, turned back into the banquet hall, and waved people in: "Come on in."

"Sisters, stretch it out." Ambrosio immediately followed suit.

As soon as Leonardo entered, he shouted at Martin, "Buddy, there are more guests."

Martin turned around, and as soon as he saw Ambrosio, with his thick skin and best mental quality, of course, there was no change in expression.

Before he could react, Angela and KK came in, one after the other, holding telescopic rods in their hands with a red fabric hanging between them.

"Fuck!" Martin cursed inwardly, sensing something bad was happening.

But it was too late to stop.

Curious, Blake watched the women who came in; she recognized the first three—they were famous supermodels who often graced fashion magazine covers.

What were they doing here?

Angela and KK acted very quickly, walking to opposite sides of the room as they entered, erecting the telescopic rods and automatically revealing the banner.

A row of golden letters on a red background stood out conspicuously.

"Supermodel sisters congratulate Martin's friend on her 18th birthday!"

In that moment, the room fell silent.

Doutzen, Miranda, and Isabella came in from outside, shouting together: "Happy birthday to Martin's girlfriend!"

"Hahahaha..."

Unrestrained laughter filled the room; Nicholson, the old rascal, was bent double with laughter, and Scorsese, who had just taken a sip of his drink, almost sprayed it out, trying to laugh but also considering the great director's dignity, he started to cough violently.