Chapter 110

Four weeks later, Island grossed over 100 million.

Harvey held a celebration party.

Martin skillfully moved through the party, constantly greeting everyone who came to say hello.

This kind of socializing was a specialty of a succubus.

Martin, now standing at 1.73 meters, wore a light blue casual suit on his upper body, paired with matching casual trousers and off-white leather shoes. He wore no tie and an off-white shirt to match the shoes, with the top two buttons unbuttoned... The overall look was refreshingly stylish!

With his increasingly handsome face, humorous conversation, and elegant posture, Martin was the most dazzling presence in the room, drawing the attention of both men and women.

No one looked at Martin and thought he was still a child or teenager.

Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise arrived together.

As soon as Nicole entered the venue, her eyes locked onto Martin, and she widened them in surprise.

She tugged on Tom Cruise's sleeve and said, "Martin is over there. Should we go say hello?"

Tom Cruise hesitated.

Although Little Island had brought him huge profits, Shirley Lansing had been arranging for people to contact Martin recently.

Despite his objections, the woman continued to push forward, which made Tom Cruise feel a sense of threat from Martin.

But soon, he composed himself and said, "Okay, let's go over."

A faint smile appeared on his face as he took Nicole's hand and walked toward Martin.

"Hello, Martin!"

"Hello, Tommy!"

"Hello, Nicole!"

Martin had also noticed Tom Cruise and Nicole walking toward him. There was no hint of awkwardness on his face as he greeted them warmly, giving both of them a hug.

However, when hugging Nicole, his hand subtly moved toward her waist, lower than expected. He gave a slight squeeze before quickly letting go.

No one noticed anything unusual, except for Nicole, who felt a little warmth spread across her body.

It was quite thrilling!

Martin secretly smiled, patting Tom Cruise on the shoulder and politely asking, "How's everything going? When is Mission: Impossible 2 coming out?"

"Soon, next year at the latest."

Tom Cruise looked at Martin, now taller than himself, and felt even more uneasy. He maintained his professional smile, but

Martin, ever observant, immediately sensed the hostility behind Tom Cruise's enthusiasm.

What happened? Impossible!

He glanced at Nicole, who was smiling sincerely.

What did I do to offend him?

Martin quickly thought about the recent contact with Paramount. It seemed that Tom didn't want to share Paramount's resources with him!

Well, with Shirley Lansing and Tom Cruise's relationship, if he joined Paramount, there would be a lot of infighting...

Martin wasn't afraid of fighting—he was confident in his ability to win—but if there was another option, why bother?

Time and energy should not be wasted on internal conflict.

And in terms of sincerity, Warner Bros. was far more earnest. Alan Horn had personally set up several meetings with him.

But so far, he hadn't met with Shirley Lansing.

Clearly, Tom Cruise's objections hadn't been without merit.

At least Shirley Lansing was considering the feelings of her "little puppy."

"Okay, let me know when the premiere date is set."

"I will, thank you!"

After some more pleasantries, Tom Cruise took Nicole and left.

Before leaving, Nicole smiled and said to Martin, "Let's keep in touch."

Martin smiled and replied, "I will."

Tom Cruise didn't care. He didn't even notice that his wife was openly flirting with another man in front of him.

Poor Tom...

Watching Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman walk away, Martin felt a bit bored and wandered toward the food area, hoping to grab a bite.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice rang out from the corner.

"Let me go!"

Huh?

This voice... Charlize? Was she also on the guest list?

Martin followed the sound and moved closer.

He saw Ben Affleck in a small space behind a golden curtain in the corner. He was holding Charlize Theron's hand and speaking crudely:

"Charlize, I don't know what kind of person you are. Stop pretending to be a saint."

"Remember Tyler Hackford, the producer of The Devil's Advocate? He told me about you. You're not as chaste as he said."

"It was just a one-night stand with Mr. Harvey. Why are you reacting so violently?"

"It's not like you haven't done this before."

"I know you—we're the same kind of people. The kind who'll do anything for success. There's an opportunity right in front of you. Don't tell me you don't want it."

"I don't want it!" Charlize Theron hesitated for a moment but then spoke firmly.

She didn't want to serve Harvey, that fat pig. It might not even be just him!

Unless there were no other options, who would choose such "humiliation"?

And Martin, that handsome and clear-headed young man, had shown her another way.

"Are you crazy?" Ben Affleck scoffed, seeing her remain unmoved.

He yanked on her arm roughly and, with his other hand, grabbed her breast.

This guy had always been bad-tempered!

"I'm going to see just what kind of woman you are!" Ben Affleck sneered.

Bang!

Charlize Theron wasn't someone easy to mess with. She slapped Ben Affleck with all her strength.

The force of the slap left a visible red mark on his face.

Ben Affleck stood stunned, his face contorted in pain as five fingerprints marked his cheek.

"You son of a bitch, how dare you hit me?" Ben Affleck was furious. He let go of her arm and raised his fist at Charlize.

But the next moment, his wrist was seized by a much stronger hand, preventing him from moving.

"Martin!" Charlize Theron exclaimed in surprise.

"It's me. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can touch you."

As he spoke, Martin stared coldly at Ben Affleck with his icy blue eyes.

"Ben Affleck, right? Harvey mentioned you to me. I had no idea you enjoyed forcing women."

Ben Affleck was stunned by Martin's sudden appearance. He tried to retract his fist, embarrassed, but was surprised to find that Martin's grip was incredibly strong.

"Just let go! I'm not forcing anyone. I'm just persuading," Ben Affleck stammered.

"Yeah? With fists? Maybe... I can try that kind of persuasion too!" Martin's eyes grew colder still.

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