Chapter 253: Ivanka, Be My Public Relations Manager

"Hi, Ivanka, long time no see."

The girl in front of Martin had some small freckles on her face, which made her look very cute. She had come to the party without any makeup, a sign of closeness to Martin.

When the girl saw Martin, a joyful smile spread across her face.

"Hi, Martin, I'm so happy to see you again! When did you come back to New York?"

"Last night."

"Really? Hee hee hee!"

The girl laughed, secretly delighted. Martin called her out as soon as he came back. Was this a sign of something?

"By the way, check out my hair."

The girl suddenly flicked her hair and ran her hand through it.

Martin had already noticed that she had dyed her originally blonde hair to a lighter shade.

"Elf hair?"

"That's right! Does it look good?"

"Of course!"

Martin sat down, smiling as he looked at the girl in front of him.

She hadn't yet transformed into a world-class, awe-inspiring woman, but she already exuded an air of shrewd competence.

After chatting for a while and having some food, Martin got to the main topic.

"Ivanka, the reason I asked you out today is because I have something I want to ask you."

The girl immediately straightened up, her eyes focused on Martin, showing surprise.

Hmm, she felt a little nervous.

"Martin, go ahead."

"By the way, Ivanka, you'll be graduating from Wharton Business School next year, right?"

"Yes, next year."

"Well, here's the thing: I'm planning to set up my own public relations team next year—responsible for managing my public image and media communications. I want to ask you to handle this for me."

The girl's eyes widened.

"You... you're serious?"

"I'm very serious!"

"But I'm only 20 years old, I just graduated from college!"

"So what? I'm only 15!"

Martin smiled, and Ivanka also laughed.

"Do you trust me this much?"

The girl couldn't help but smile broadly.

"It depends on what you mean. I absolutely trust your character, but as for your abilities... we'll see."

"Hmph, I'll do a great job with this, just wait, Martin, I'll make you trust my abilities more."

"I'll look forward to that."

After parting ways with Ivanka, Martin returned to his penthouse in Manhattan, which he had already purchased.

Scarlett and Anne Hathaway were already waiting for him at the apartment.

Both beautiful women were wearing swimsuits and lounging in the open-air hot tub on the top floor of the apartment. Red wine and snacks were at their side, and they were having a lively chat.

"Scarlett, how about making Martin wear that elf costume tonight?"

"Hee~ you're so perverted!"

"You don't agree?"

"No, it's actually a great idea, of course, I agree!"

"I heard Martin bought a farm in Queensland, Australia. When will he take us there for a vacation?"

"I don't have time lately, my movie needs some post-production dubbing."

"I'm not talking about now, Martin doesn't have time either, he's even busier."

Saying that, Anne Hathaway got excited again. "Do you know? 'The Princess Diaries' is getting a sequel, and I'm still the main character."

"I know, I know, this is the third time you've said this today, stop showing off!"

"Really? I forgot, hahaha!"

"Hey, stop laughing like that, okay? Your mouth is so big, it's practically reaching the back of your head, you look like a witch."

"What do you know? A big mouth is sexy. Martin loves my mouth. But after hearing you say that, maybe I could take on some evil roles, like witches, to avoid being typecast!"

Anne Hathaway suddenly put on a sinister expression, licked her lips, and in a sultry voice said, "Woman, you've angered me, I'll eat you up!"

"Who's going to eat who?" Martin's voice came from the doorway.

Just as Scarlett, who had been looking disdainful, leapt out of the hot tub and rushed into Martin's arms, she immediately jumped into his embrace, hanging onto his neck, and playfully complained:

"Martin~! Anne, this bad woman scared me, she said she would eat me!"

Anne Hathaway, not letting Scarlett have the upper hand, also rushed to Martin. "Martin, don't listen to this bitch, she's the one who said I look like a witch."

Saying that, she squeezed into Martin's embrace, pushing Scarlett to one side.

Martin laughed, holding one in each arm, the warm softness in his hands. "You're both bad, you need to be punished by justice."

He suddenly applied more force, lifting both girls at the same time and walking towards the hot tub.

"Come on, get ready for punishment!"

The following scene has been omitted for brevity!

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"Dad, Martin wants to hire me as his public relations consultant."

"What? That kid, Martin?"

At first, Donald didn't react, but then his face turned annoyed.

"What is he up to now? First, he takes half of Manhattan from me, and now he wants to steal my daughter?"

"Ivanka, don't bother with that guy. I'm about to have you join my PR team to manage my image."

"Forget it, Dad, I can't manage a comedian's image, let someone else do it."

"Damn it, have you already agreed to him?"

"Yes, I've agreed."

"Not planning to back out?"

"No, I'm not backing out!"

"Well, let me think..."

Since the matter was settled, Donald's business sense kicked in.

Martin had taken so many properties and lands in Manhattan from him...

Of course, he had exaggerated when he said he took half of Manhattan, but he certainly had a substantial number.

These properties were too much of a waste sitting there, and if Martin could hand them over to his company to manage...

"Ivanka, go ahead, I won't stop you from interacting with Martin. But there's one thing I need you to help me with."

"What's that? If you want me to leak Martin's secrets, forget it!"

"You're so outspoken!" Donald thought to himself.

He continued, "Of course, I wouldn't ask you to do something that would ruin his reputation. You're my daughter. I want you to bring up the fact that his properties and land in Manhattan could use some management, and offer to have them handled by my company..."

After hearing her father's request, Ivanka thought for a moment and decided that this wouldn't harm Martin and might even be a win-win situation. She agreed to help.

...

While Ivanka was having a late-night chat with her father, Martin was having a late-night conversation with the girls in his arms.

"Martin, what's your secret to success? I mean, your acting."

Scarlett, curled up lazily in Martin's arms, asked lazily.

Anne Hathaway also perked up, eager to know.

Martin had almost forgotten that the two girls in his arms were somewhat interested in acting, not a lot, but still enough.

"Acting, huh? I can't really teach you. I'm not the method type, nor the experiential type. Maybe I'm..."

He paused, thinking for a moment before saying, "Maybe I'm the natural talent type!"

"I really envy your talent. It seems like you can always get into character so easily and pull out of it just as effortlessly. I can't do that."

"So, what does it feel like when you get into character?" Anne Hathaway asked curiously.

"It feels... it's like..."

[TL/N: It feels like when you support me on patreon.]