Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

"So, Monster still hasn't started filming yet."

Martin looked at her in surprise.

Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that Charlize had already made him fall for her, he would seriously be wondering if she had taken his money and run off.

Charlize lowered her head a little sheepishly and murmured, "I... I didn't want to delay it this long, but who could have known this film would run into so many issues?"

She sighed and began listing them one by one. "First, director Patty Jenkins didn't want to take on the film. I had to persuade her for a long time before she agreed. But no sooner had she agreed than she fell ill and had to rest for half a year."

Martin was puzzled. "Why insist on having her?"

Charlize nodded and said, "I trust her abilities. Patty is one of the few female directors who can balance commercial success and artistry, and she really knows how to portray women."

(PS: Patty Jenkins would go on to direct Wonder Woman, which not only grossed $821.74 million worldwide but also won the Hugo Award for Best Dramatic Presentation and the National Society of Film Critics' Best Focus Award. She was even named one of Time Magazine's "People of the Year." Honestly, this director is not only talented but also quite beautiful!)

Martin thought back and realized he hadn't kept up with information about Monster or its director.

"Okay, even if it was delayed for a year, it shouldn't still be stuck at this stage, right?"

Charlize smiled bitterly again and said, "Isn't it because of you, Martin?!"

"Because of me?" Martin pointed to himself, confused.

"Yes, those 1uo scenes—you wouldn't let me perform them myself, so I had to find a body double. But my body double got into a car accident last year and had to rest for nearly a year."

"Couldn't you find another body double?" Martin asked, frustrated.

"We tried a lot of people, but none of them had the same facial features and figure as me."

"Alright, alright, it's all my fault," Martin raised his hands and then winked at Charlize. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

At that moment, Charlize winked back at him and said with a smile, "You're probably going to have to make it up to more than just me tonight."

Martin turned around and saw Nicole walking toward him.

"Hello, Charlize!"

"Hello, Nicole!"

"Would you mind if I took Martin away?"

"Just make sure you leave him for me tonight!"

Nicole gave Charlize a long, searching look before pulling Martin out to the balcony.

Martin smiled as Nicole pulled him by the hand. "You're so bold. Aren't you worried Tom will find out?"

Nicole shook her head. "We've already divorced, just haven't made the announcement yet."

Martin was stunned for a moment, then grinned. "That's a good thing. Honestly, he's not worthy of you."

Nicole chuckled. "Oh? Then who is worthy of me?"

"Of course, it's me," Martin replied confidently.

Nicole looked him over and shook her head. "You have more women than Tom. Don't think I don't know. That Charlize, she's been in your bed, hasn't she?"

The sight of this tall, blonde, glamorous woman with a tinge of jealousy made Martin feel a bit stirred.

If it weren't for the situation, he'd love to push her down right now!

Suppressing his desires, Martin remained calm and did not deny it. He replied casually, "Yes, I have many women. I love all of you. And unlike Tom, I'm strong enough to handle it."

"They!" Nicole corrected him.

"You all!" Martin insisted.

The dinner party hadn't ended yet, but Martin left the venue early.

He got into the car in the underground parking lot and told Gordon not to drive immediately, asking him to wait for a while.

Ten minutes later, Nicole sneaked out of the elevator, looked around cautiously, and then got into Martin's car.

"Going to my place?"

"No, we're going to that place today."

After kissing her forehead, Martin smiled.

"Alright, is it the Beverly Hills mansion? I've never been there, but I've heard you boast about how great the décor is. Now I can finally see for myself."

At this point, Nicole noticed Martin hadn't instructed the driver to start the car. She asked, "Why aren't we leaving?"

Martin grinned. "Just wait a little longer."

Before he finished speaking, the car door was pulled open from the outside. A tall, blonde beauty, very similar in figure to Nicole, climbed in and sat down on Martin's lap, smiling at Nicole.

"Hello, Nicole. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"How did she get here?" Nicole asked, her expression cold, almost wanting to be angry.

But then, to her surprise, she realized she wasn't that bothered by it!

"Charlize is coming too," Martin said.

He then motioned for Charlize to close the door and asked Gordon to start the car.

"No, I don't want to," Nicole said, her face cold as she stared at Martin, seemingly determined.

Martin's hand reached over to pull Nicole close, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers as he softly said, "No, you do want to."

"You… you dare bully me!" Nicole's face turned red as she struggled, but she couldn't overpower Martin.

"I'll bully you for the rest of your life," Martin replied domineeringly, never breaking eye contact.

Charlize watched the scene, her eyes gleaming. She loved this kind of dominant attitude from Martin.

Gordon obediently raised the partition and focused on driving.

The car drove straight into the Beverly Hills estate.

Martin had one arm around each of the two women, both of whom looked a little strange, as they entered the mansion.

Nicole had completely forgotten about the mansion tour. As soon as they entered the room, she didn't even care about Charlize, biting Martin's hand playfully…

She then started pinching, twisting, and poking at Martin's arms and waist, doing whatever caused him pain.

Martin winced, and with a swift motion, he lifted Nicole and threw her onto the couch. The two of them began to playfully wrestle, laughing and shouting.

Charlize, deciding not to bother with the two hyperactive people, said, "You two keep fighting, I'll go look around."

Charlize wandered around the house. From time to time, she could hear Martin's pained cries or Nicole's pleas for mercy.

And then—

Well, there was nothing else after that.

It was a quiet night.

Except for the moonlight being a bit too bright and the sound of the waves being a little too loud, nothing else.

...

The next morning, Nicole finally had the leisure to admire Martin's mansion.

However, soon her attention was drawn to two pretty maids in the mansion. After sizing them up, she looked at Martin, who was having breakfast and reading the newspaper, and said:

"You really know how to enjoy yourself."

Martin stretched lazily, grinning. "Life is short. Isn't the purpose of our hard work to enjoy life better? I don't have any noble ambitions to spend my life fighting for humanity's cause!"

"I agree with you, Martin," Charlize, who had just finished her soft-boiled egg, said with her mouth still covered in the orange yolk.

Martin then pulled her into his arms and smiled. "I agree with your agreement. This is a reward for you."

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Nicole turned her head away in silence. What a couple of dogs. Hadn't they had enough fun last night?!

She left the dining room and started wandering around the mansion.

Soon, she came across a huge walk-in closet. Looking at the wardrobes marked with names, she became thoughtful.

Jessica, Dolores, Lindsay, Scarlett… Charlize… and even her own name?!

Nicole opened the wardrobe marked with her name and found it full of luxurious clothes—dresses, casual wear…

She tried on a few pieces, and they fit perfectly. A smile couldn't help but creep onto her face.

Martin, that little rascal, was surprisingly thoughtful!

She took out a swimsuit, changed into it, and went to the outdoor infinity pool. She marveled at its unique design once again, just as she had when she first saw it earlier in the morning.

What kind of mind does that little rascal have? He seems to know everything!