**Chapter 116: Vanessa's Jealousy**

Both of these upcoming films require a high level of acting skill, so after their vacation, Wayne and Jessica would need to continue attending acting classes.

"What? More acting classes?" Jessica's enthusiasm deflated instantly, and she threw herself onto Wayne, pouting.

Why does anyone try to make it big in Hollywood? To become famous, and to make money.

With *Happy Death Day* already under her belt and the *Bourne Trilogy* lined up, Jessica's fame was already among the top tier of young Hollywood actresses.

As for money, she was living with Wayne in his mansion—money was the least of her worries.

The more time she spent with Wayne, the clearer it became that as long as she didn't self-sabotage like Anne did, her position would remain secure. Even if Wayne found new flames, he wouldn't neglect her, his old love.

"Stop complaining. I'll be with you this time!" Wayne teased, giving her a playful smack. "Don't you want to take it to the next level and become one of Hollywood's top actresses, making millions per film?"

"Alright, fine! But how about letting me rest for a month? Or at least two weeks?" she pleaded, looking at him with puppy-dog eyes, making Wayne burst into laughter.

The next morning, after breakfast, Wayne went to visit Anne and surprised her so much that she had to call off her acting class for the day. It wasn't until late into the night that they were done.

Later that afternoon, fully refreshed, he drove his Ferrari F360 to meet Scarlett Johansson for a date.

In the bustling Disneyland park, watching Scarlett, lively and radiant like a fawn, Wayne suddenly realized he was still only 20 years old.

"Being young has its perks," he thought, smiling to himself.

It didn't take long before the two of them, brimming with excitement, packed their winnings from the carnival games into the trunk and drove to the nearest hotel.

Later, Wayne took Scarlett home and headed to Naomi's place, where he then spent a peaceful night with both her and Eva.

Meanwhile, Scarlett was confronted by her sister, Vanessa Johansson, the moment she got home.

"You slept with Wayne Anderson?" Vanessa asked, suspicious.

"Yeah, I did," Scarlett responded casually, barely glancing at her.

Her indifferent attitude only made Vanessa more upset. "You've only met him twice! And he has so many women!"

Scarlett laughed coldly. "If the hottest guy at your school invited you to sleep with him at a party, and you knew he was a player with multiple girlfriends, would you say no?"

"Uh..." Vanessa was momentarily speechless. Of course, she would say yes. After all, these things weren't just for men to enjoy—women could enjoy them too!

"But... wasn't it your first time?" Vanessa stammered after a long pause.

Scarlett shrugged. "That's exactly why I chose Wayne. Even in Hollywood, how many men like him—young, handsome, and running a mid-sized production company—are there?"

Vanessa fell silent again, knowing the answer was none.

The men more powerful than Wayne weren't as young or good-looking, and the men better looking than Wayne weren't as successful.

Thinking it over, Vanessa had to admit Scarlett's decision was a smart one.

Vanessa had known this deep down for a while. The only reason she confronted Scarlett was out of pure jealousy. Yes, she was jealous—jealous that Scarlett was younger, prettier, and more talented, and now had a clear path to stardom, especially after attracting Wayne, an incredible man by any standard. The jealousy gnawed at her.

Of course, Scarlett was sharp enough to read her sister's mind. Before Vanessa could say anything else, she smiled and said, "You should be happy for me, sis. If I stick with Wayne, all the family resources will be yours."

Vanessa blinked, then suddenly realized Scarlett had a point.

Their family was well-off, and their mother had some connections as a producer, but compared to Wayne's production company, Hemera Pictures, their resources were limited. At best, they were only marginally better off than Hemera before Wayne turned things around.

If Scarlett ended up with Wayne, she wouldn't even need their family's support anymore. And that meant all the resources would fall to Vanessa, no matter her lack of talent. The family wouldn't just hand them over to someone outside.

Vanessa opened her mouth but was ultimately convinced. She huffed and stormed off, still annoyed.

Scarlett, in an excellent mood, didn't mind. In terms of looks, talent, and personality, she was leagues ahead of her older sister. From the very start, she never considered Vanessa a competitor.

That was true even in Wayne's past life—after Scarlett became famous, she no longer needed her family's support, and Vanessa remained an unknown, one of those countless extras in Hollywood who never made it. She was simply unremarkable.

"But Wayne is... intense. I don't think I can handle him on my own," Scarlett muttered, frowning slightly as she tried to suppress her discomfort and exhaustion. She rushed to her room, turned on her computer, and began searching for ways to increase her stamina in that department.

Unfortunately, all the results were about men's endurance. After more than half an hour of searching, she found nothing helpful for women.

Over the next few days, Wayne became a master of time management, dividing his time between Anne, Charlize Theron, and several other beautiful women, enjoying their passionate company. At the same time, he was considering directors, writers, and casting choices for his upcoming films *Taken*, *Mean Girls*, and *The Notebook*.

(End of chapter)