America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The other actors in the crew were all laughing.

"Trio of Scoundrels, messing with each other as usual!"

Leonardo looked at Martin with a smug expression, thinking to himself that he finally got one over him.

Martin pointed at Leonardo.

Ambrosio, who wasn't afraid to stir up trouble, waved at Martin, "Hey, darling, you promised us you'd attend Heidi's wedding, so why didn't you go?"

Martin calmly replied, "I sent my present over."

Blake glanced at Martin and then at the supermodels, and being from a performing arts family herself, she wasn't foolish and could guess some of it.

Martin walked over to them, and Blake automatically followed.

Leonardo deliberately gave Martin a wink.

Martin secretly flipped him the bird.

Blake caught up with Martin in a few strides, took his arm, quickly adjusted her mood, and put on the warm, enthusiastic smile that had been trained for stardom, "Thank you all for coming to my party, your gifts are very unique."

She moved forward a few steps, and received selfie sticks from Angela and KK, "I love them, thank you."

Ambrosio looked at Blake with interest. According to her figure, she seemed to be seventeen or eighteen, but looking at her face, probably in her twenties. According to what Leonardo said, this girl was only eighteen.

To be at this level at eighteen was no small feat.

Are her thoughts as mature as her face?

Martin took the selfie sticks and banners from Blake's hand and handed them to Bruce who followed behind, saying, "Welcome, come on inside."

Blake also said with a smile, "Please, come inside."

Leonardo gave Ambrosio a look, wanting her to keep causing trouble.

But Ambrosio pretended not to see it, leading the other sisters over while smiling and asking, "Martin, where did you find this princess? She's not only beautiful, but she also has a great personality."

Good words are never too much to repeat. Martin said timely, "Maybe I saved the universe in a previous life."

Blake smiled at Martin, took his arm again, and invited everyone into the banquet hall.

Ambrosio and KK and the others entered the banquet hall and immediately went to greet Scorsese.

Blake went to cut the cake, and Leonardo came next to Martin, "How do you like this surprise?"

Martin said, "I might have a problem with my speech centers from the fright, I find myself unconsciously telling people that Gisele calls Leonardo a mollusk less useful than an octopus."

Leonardo put an arm around Martin's shoulder, "Don't defame people!"

Martin reminded him, "Gisele said it herself the day you guys broke up."

Knowing Martin wouldn't talk nonsense, Leonardo tried to brush it off, "If that were true, do you think I could charm so many women?"

"You used to charm women with your face, now it's with your fame," Martin belittled him and didn't forget to boast about himself, "Unlike me, who relies solely on real strength!"

Leonardo wanted to retort, but recalling the yacht bachelor party, he couldn't come up with a comeback.

After Blake finished cutting the cake and distributing it, she took a piece for Martin and pointed at Ambrosio, KK, and Angela Lindvall, "I'm going to chat with some people."

Martin said, "I'll come with you."

Blake stopped him, "Girl talk that men shouldn't get involved in."

She walked off on her own.

Leonardo asked, "Aren't you worried?"

Martin countered, "Have you ever worried about Gisele finding out about your affairs?"

Leonardo got the message and disdainfully said, "Scumbag."

Martin returned the same word to him, "Hollywood's number one scumbag!"

Meanwhile, Blake sat down at a rest table with Ambrosio and the trio, talking about something with no apparent issues on the surface.

Ambrosio purposely said, "Don't you want to ask us why we brought a banner?"

Blake laughed, appearing as a mindless fawning dog, "No need, Martin is my idol. Whatever he does is right, and I haven't been with him before, so I have no right to ask him to do anything."

Angela and KK looked at each other, unsure how to continue the conversation.

Blake added, "I'm the one pursuing Martin, not the other way around."

Ambrosio had nothing to say, and probably Leonardo hadn't expected that this girl would be this kind of person.

"Boring," KK found it uninteresting and suggested, "Let's get out of here."

A few minutes later, Ambrosio and others took the lead in saying goodbye to Martin.

As the supermodel sisters left, others gradually followed suit.
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Scorsese and Nicholson walked together towards the private elevator, the old man said regretfully, "I didn't expect it, that little girl is very steady, with her not creating a scene, there's no show to watch."

Nicholson said, "That's not very classy of you to say!"

Scorsese adjusted his glasses, "Who says a great director can't gossip or enjoy the show? You need to understand one thing, art comes from life."

Leonardo came up from behind at this time.

Nicholson said to him, "Your effect was mediocre."

Leonardo, however, said, "As long as Martin can't give her a coming-of-age ceremony tonight, we win."

The elevator arrived, and Scorsese was the first to get in.

...

After the party ended and all the guests had left, Martin took Blake to his room.

Blake never mentioned booking another room; her trip to New York was like a female fan making a pilgrimage to her idol.

She looked around the room, "Not bad, much better than in Mexico."

Martin went to get the prepared gift and said, "This is a big film crew, they have money."

Blake checked out each room, asking, "Which one do I stay in?"

"Pick whichever you like," Martin found the gift box and said, "Give me your hand."

Blake stretched out her hand and even cooperatively closed her eyes.

Martin took out a Cartier ladies' watch and personally put it on Blake.

Blake opened her eyes, surprised, "It's so beautiful!"

Martin tidied up the box and set it aside, "I was going to mail it to Los Angeles, but then you said you were coming to New York, so I thought I'd put it on you myself and didn't mail it."

Blake stepped forward, hung her arms around Martin's neck, and tilted her head up slightly.

Martin didn't hesitate and bent down to kiss her.

The gentle and sweet kiss gradually intensified.

Blake suddenly broke free, stepped back, and sat down on the sofa, "I'm going to take a shower first."

Martin said, "I'll run a bath for you."

Blake nodded slightly, began unpacking her suitcase, took a towel and other bathing essentials, and slipped into the bathroom.

Martin was filling the bathtub with water.

With the nearly perfect silhouette of a male god before her, Blake stepped back a few paces—just like the first time she dashed playing beach soccer—and with a burst of speed, she charged at Martin.

Martin was very accommodating; as Blake collided with him, there was a splash as they both fell into the bathtub, her big foot deliberately slamming down on the water surface, causing a splash like a wave, dousing her completely.

He pulled her hand, and Blake fell into the bathtub, immediately soaked from head to toe.

Blake propped herself up, facing Martin, and peeled off her damp T-shirt.

The ultimate goal of a doe-eyed female fan chasing an idol is just one—to bed him!

That night, Blake Lively successfully slept with her idol!

Martin also gave her an almost perfect coming-of-age gift.

When the sun rose again, Blake opened her eyes, looked at Martin, and kissed his cheek, "Good morning, Blake's boyfriend."

Martin kissed her forehead, "Good morning, Martin's girlfriend."

Blake threw herself on him, hugging him tightly, biting and scratching in playful affection, making Martin laugh out loud.

She said, "Now I'm sure that all of this is real, it's not a dream—I've made my dream come true!"

"Be honest with me, have you been wanting to sleep with me for a long time?" Martin, that scoundrel, couldn't wait to turn the tables, "Have you been plotting to get me all along?"

Blake, having already gotten what she wanted, had nothing to hide, "When the jeans crew first came to Mexico, I just thought you were handsome and strong, my type. Then, after the rattlesnake fight, I started thinking about how to sleep with you."

Having succeeded in her plans, she was overjoyed, "After Burbank Middle School, I swore that even if it meant losing face, I'd sleep with you. Don't you know this is the best gift a female fan can give to her male god?"