Chapter 210: Yacht Party, Villa Party

Los Angeles International Airport.

As soon as Martin got off the plane, he received a call from Leonardo.

"Damn it, Martin, what the hell did you do to Heidi and Adriana last night? They're chasing me for your contact info now."

Martin grinned slightly. Last night had indeed been a bit too wild. While all roads may lead to Rome, there is a limit to how much one can handle.

However, he did enjoy himself thoroughly.

As for his "collectibles," Martin was more protective. But when it came to these models, he was much rougher.

He thought for a moment and said, "Give them my number."

"Your personal one?" Leonardo asked.

"Yeah."

These two models were adventurous, willing to do things that his "collectibles" wouldn't. It was a welcome supplement to his activities outside of his usual interests.

...

Beverly Hills, Martin's luxurious estate.

At the back garden of the estate, there was a small path leading to a private beach below.

At the corner of the beach was a private yacht dock.

At that moment, a yacht was quietly docked there.

It wasn't a large yacht, about 40 meters long, with a steel hull and aluminum superstructure, a streamlined design in light blue. "680... It's beautiful."

Jessica exclaimed.

"I can't wait to board," Miranda Kerr said, eyes wide with excitement.

"Daddy Martin, pick me up and carry me onboard!" Lindsay Lohan cooed playfully.

"How about I carry you?" Dorothy teased with a grin, bending her arm to show off a muscular curve.

Scarlett Johansson climbed onto Martin's back. "Let's go, Captain! How fast can this yacht go?"

Martin held Scarlett's little firm butt with one hand and said, "The manufacturer says it can reach a top speed of 20 knots."

"Has it been named?" Miranda Kerr asked.

"I've thought of a name, but haven't painted it on yet. I'm thinking of calling it the Black Pearl," Martin replied.

"Wow, like Captain Jack's ship in Pirates of the Caribbean!" Jessica immediately recognized the reference.

"Exactly! Let's go, my boating license is ready."

As the sun set in the west, its golden light bathed the private beach in a warm glow. The light blue yacht slowly departed the dock, entering the deep blue sea.

Martin steered the yacht from the upper helm, watching the girls excitedly run around the yacht, exploring.

This was a small yacht, and he had also ordered a 120-meter medium-sized yacht from "Lateral Naval Architects," but it would take another two to three years before it arrived.

The small yacht had its advantages—one person could operate it without a crew, providing a higher level of privacy.

A gentle sea breeze from the Pacific not only brought a refreshing coolness but also a sense of tranquility.

...

Meanwhile, at a villa in Malibu, Drew Barrymore was hosting a party in the courtyard. Laughter, music, and the sound of clinking glasses filled the air.

"Damn, Drew, you really pulled it off this time. But you're making a movie and didn't even invite me? What kind of sisterhood is this?" Cameron Diaz pouted, playfully grabbing Drew's chest and squeezing.

"Shit, you crazy woman! It's not my movie. Otherwise, I'd definitely invite you. It's Martin's movie, and I had to put in a lot of effort just to get a lead role in it," Drew Barrymore said, covering her chest with a groan.

"Alright, you're off the hook this time. I won't squeeze (them) anymore!"

Cameron Diaz gave Drew's chest a sideways glance.

"Damn, you perv."

Gwyneth Paltrow jealously looked at her two close friends. "You bitch, tell me the truth—did you sleep with Martin?"

Gwyneth Paltrow and Drew Barrymore were both protégés of Steven Spielberg and often hung out together.

Of course, the "often" referred to after Drew had gotten her life back together.

The number one rule in Hollywood's female star circle—don't associate with losers.

But it wasn't an absolute rule. There were true friends, after all.

For instance, Drew Barrymore and Cameron Diaz's friendship.

Their relationship could be traced back to when Drew was 18 years old.

At that time, Drew was working in a coffee shop in Beverly Hills, while Cameron Diaz was already pursuing a modeling career.

Cameron had been crying in the coffee shop after a failed commercial audition when Drew approached her, inquiring about the situation, then shared her own story.

After hearing Drew's "nearly life-destroying youth" story, Cameron felt great sympathy for her.

It was from that day that the two became friends, a friendship that would last until they grew old together.

(P.S.: Recently, I saw a photo of them together. "Aging gracefully" sounds like a fantasy, but it actually feels reasonable on them. One is 45, the other 49. Their forehead lines, crow's feet, and neck wrinkles are clearly visible, and their jawlines have softened. It's so real and natural.)

In terms of closeness, Drew and Cameron were true friends, while Gwyneth was more of a casual acquaintance.

"As for Martin..." Drew looked at the curious duo, giggling, "I'm not telling you."

"Damn it, you bitch, playing me like that?"

"Poopoo (Cameron's nickname, given by Drew), catch her! I'm going to show her who's boss."

Then Cameron lunged at Gwyneth.

"Why are you grabbing me?"

"Because we're in this together!" Drew laughed proudly. "Poopoo, we'll strip her!"

A moment later, Gwyneth was stripped down to nothing.

...

Mid-May, Martin joined the crew.

Yes, Spider-Man was officially in production.

Compared to the real Spider-Man, Martin was a bit too tall and too handsome.

Stan Lee was satisfied with Martin in the Spider-Man suit, but when he saw him without it, he was somewhat displeased.

The Spider-Man he had written was an ordinary-looking, slightly insecure working-class hero, who only transformed into the wisecracking Spider-Man once he put on the mask.

But Martin?

The first impression he gave was that of a tall, rich, and handsome guy!

However, as the director, Sam Raimi was quite pleased with the casting.

Just look at the female staff around them—their eyes were practically glued to Martin's muscles.

But soon, Stan Lee's dissatisfaction disappeared.

When Martin took off his Spider-Man suit, his demeanor visibly shifted from a confident, sunny young man to a shy, timid boy who looked like he was often bullied at school.

"My God, your acting is amazing!" Stan Lee exclaimed in admiration.

He had no more objections about Martin playing Spider-Man.

At this point, Scarlett Johansson also finished getting changed and walked out of the makeup room.

"Wow!" Martin whistled. "This is the sexiest high school student I've ever seen."

"Really?" Scarlett brightened up.

Yes, Scarlett was also in the movie. She was playing the role of Mary Jane, originally portrayed by Kirsten Dunst.