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In the morning, in Beverly Hills, a high-end villa area on the hillside.

Two police cars were parked in front of a villa, and the sign at the entrance clearly read "Mr. Aaron's Residence".

It also bears the logo of Happy Island Entertainment Company.

It is quite flamboyant.

Four police officers got out of the car, guns in hand, and walked together toward the villa.

They received a report this morning from a resident of the same villa area.

It is said that when the former movie star went for a run in the morning, he passed by Mr. Aaron's house and found the door wide open, which was quite unusual.

Looking into the living room from a distance, it seemed as if there was a shadow standing there, appearing unusually tall.

The neighbor immediately called the police.

This is also a characteristic of residents in upscale communities.

If they notice anything amiss, such as an outsider appearing in their community, they will immediately call the police for assistance.

After all, this is Beverly Hills, where people value their lives and therefore cherish them even more.

Less than three minutes after the call was made, two patrol cars arrived together.

The neighbor who called the police was standing at the door, fully dressed in his morning jogging gear. He immediately explained to the police what he had noticed that was unusual:

"I know who lives here, Mr. Aaron from Pleasure Island Agency. To be honest, he's a scumbag. I often see him coming back late at night with some female companions... But he's a cautious scumbag, he never leaves the door unlocked," the gray-haired former movie star neighbor said with a shrug.

"And I just went out into the yard and looked inside. There seemed to be someone looking out from behind the window, but he looked unusually tall... I called out, but no one answered, so I immediately called the police."

"Okay, Mr. Willis, please rest assured, we'll go in and take a look right now. Thank you for your concern for the community." The lead officer said to the man who had called the police with a bright smile.

"By the way, after I finish my work, could I take a picture with you? I'm a huge fan..."

When dealing with residents of Beverly Hills, the police officers of the entire Beverly Hills Police Department always speak softly, wear bright smiles, and are much more courteous than the waiters in upscale restaurants.

After all, these people are their bread and butter.

The entire $1 million annual budget of the Beverly Hills Police Department comes entirely from these generous gentlemen and ladies.

As he spoke, the lead officer made a gesture and led the other three officers into the courtyard in front of them.

"Hey sir, madam? Is anyone home? We're from the Beverly Hills Police Department!"

He shouted a few times, but found that no one responded.

However, the entire courtyard appeared very tidy, as if it had just been tended by the gardener.

Just as they reached the entrance of the main building, through the somewhat distorted brown glass, they suddenly saw what appeared to be a tall figure standing in the living room, swaying his body.

The men immediately raised their guns and shouted:

"Sir, we are from the Beverly Hills Police Department. Are you in any trouble? We're coming in now!"

As they spoke, the men, guns in hand, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Upon seeing the scene in the living room, the lead officer couldn't help but curse:

"ht!"

Under the huge crystal chandelier in the living room, a person was hanging.

His face was bluish-purple, with many signs of rigor mortis, his eyes were bulging, and his tongue was sticking out.

"My God! It's that damn Aaron!" exclaimed Willis, the helpful neighbor who followed them in. "Someone killed him! Someone killed him!"

Aaron's body was covered in wounds, and his clothes were torn in many places.

He had clearly suffered a severe beating and torture before his death.

The expressions of the police officers all turned serious. The lead officer waved his hand and said:

"Yes, sir, this is clearly a murder... Rest assured, the Beverly Hills Police Department will not let those murderers go unpunished; we will make them pay..."

As they were talking, several other police officers quickly drew their guns and went to inspect the restrooms and other rooms. They then returned to report to the officer in charge that they had not found any dangerous elements.

The officer in charge nodded slightly, walked to the body, and called for reinforcements from the police station:

"...A body has been found...Suspected murder, calling for reinforcements...v."

Then he suddenly noticed two photos scattered at the feet of the corpse.

The officer glanced at the photo, his eyes widening suddenly. He then quickly pressed the communicator again and said:

"Suicide confirmed...suicide confirmed...just have the forensic doctor come over..."

The other police officers nearby also saw the two photos, exchanged glances, and quickly nodded, confirming the conclusion of suicide.

Willis, the neighbor who called the police, glared at them and frowned, saying:

"Officer, how could you so hastily conclude that it was suicide? Aaron is a scumbag who loves pleasure; a person like that would never commit suicide, let alone with those scars on his body..."

The officer raised his hand to interrupt him, picked up the two photos from the ground, handed them to Willis, and sighed, saying:

"Mr. Willis, I think you'd better take a look at this... I didn't want you to see it."

Willis walked over with a displeased and somewhat indignant expression, looking at the two photos.

As a resident of Beverly Hills, and having often played tough-guy roles in his youth, he has always had a strong sense of justice and believed that he absolutely could not be fooled by these unscrupulous police officers.

After all, he contributed a portion of the police station's budget.

Even if Aaron was a scumbag, he shouldn't have been forced to commit suicide so inexplicably.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the contents of the photo and shuddered violently, as if he had suddenly fallen into a cold storage room.

The photo clearly shows Aaron, Epstein, and Bill Clinton together.

They appeared to be in some kind of swimming pool, with several young girls nearby.

Willis was about to explode with a sharp sound in an instant, but fortunately, the police officer next to him suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

At this moment, he felt extremely regretful, regretting why he had to call the police for no reason and even follow them in.

After calming his inner panic, the good neighbor Willis said, panting:

"Yes, officer, it really is...it really is suicide...I saw Aaron sitting at the door drinking alone a few days ago, and he was even crying. He's obviously been unhappy lately..."

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As he spoke, Willis quickly walked outside:

"Oh, you know, the human mind is a very strange thing. Many people with severe depression appear cheerful on the outside, and nobody knows what they are really thinking or when they are preparing to commit suicide..."

As he spoke, he walked out of the villa and into the yard, then sprinted towards his home.

He couldn't stay at home any longer, so he planned to take his family on a trip to China for a while to avoid the limelight, just like Musk's mother did.

He'll come back once he sees that there are no problems and that the police officers are still alive.

That Clinton body bag was absolutely terrifying...

Seeing Willis escape, the remaining police officers sighed, all of them seeing a hint of fear in his eyes.

I never imagined that this damn Aaron would offend the Clinton family.

Then he must commit suicide.

"Boss, what do we do?" a young policeman asked nervously.

Cases involving the Clinton family must absolutely not be investigated; anyone who does will be executed.

The officer in charge clicked his tongue and said:

"This matter must be kept confidential. I will show these two photos to the forensic doctor and then give them to the chief. The entire police department administration should see these photos... I'm going now."

He paused, then continued:

"I will request paid leave from the director. Both of our teams need to take time off... try to spend a few days in Republican states."

"Also, remember, this Mr. Aaron definitely died by suicide!"

The police officers exchanged glances and all nodded emphatically.

……

On set, Josh looked utterly helpless.

He has been abandoned by the mainstream market for many years and is already a washed-up director. He is already very lucky to have gotten this project.

They wouldn't dare offend the big-name female lead.

Moreover, this Amy is known for being difficult to deal with. She even dated the richest man and ruined a once-popular male star's reputation by suing him for domestic violence.

He's a prickly character, covered in thorns.

They are not people he can afford to offend.

As a director, he had very little autonomy throughout the entire filmmaking process.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Director Josh, does Ms. Amy know who the male lead is in this movie?"

Josh shook his head and said:

"Producer Victor said that your identity should be kept secret until after filming begins, when the publicity will be done to create a sensational effect. So apart from the producer and me, no one else knows that you are the male lead."

It turned out to be the case.

Wayne nodded and said:

"Since filming is about to begin, let me speak with Ms. Amy."

As he spoke, he walked towards the lounge.

Seeing Wayne walk over like that, Josh couldn't help but say anxiously:

"Mr. Wayne, please be careful, and please be prepared mentally..."

Given Amy's temper, he was afraid the two sides would start fighting, and then the movie couldn't be made.

At this moment, the assistant director, casting director, supporting actress, supporting actor, and other staff members who had also come to attend the study session gathered around, wanting to see what was going on.

"Knock knock..." Wayne knocked on the door of the lounge.

A few seconds later, the door suddenly opened, and an angry woman wearing glasses stepped in, yelling at Wayne:

"I've already said, Amy is very angry right now and needs to rest. Don't bother us!"

This is Amy's assistant.

Immediately afterwards, a cold voice rang out:

"Fanny, stop wasting time talking to them. I haven't felt any respect from the crew here at all. Even the private dressing room is so small. I need a completely soundproof dressing room! And that male lead, he's made me wait for five minutes already! Get producer Victor over here immediately. I demand a replacement for the male lead!"

As she spoke, a graceful figure with a full head of blonde hair appeared at the door of the lounge.

All the staff present held their breath, eagerly anticipating a good show.

Just then, Amy looked up angrily and suddenly saw Wayne standing outside the door.

She trembled instantly!