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"Five...five hundred thousand US dollars!? For extras?"

Even though Josh had prepared himself mentally, he almost fainted when he heard Wayne's words.

A sudden, violent cough almost made him spit out the mineral water he was drinking.

He stared in astonishment at the amateur actors Wayne had brought in, trying to discern any extraordinary acting skills or artistic genius in them.

But no matter how you look at them, they are just a group of ordinary people.

Besides being extremely enamored with Wayne, he was even somewhat fanatical like a devoted fan.

However, he had seen many such fervent fans in Hollywood.

Offering a reward of $500,000 is no different from fraud.

That's outright robbery!

Moreover, there were about a hundred people present, and if each person received $500,000, that would amount to $50 million.

What was the budget for the entire movie?

Mike, David, and the others standing nearby were also filled with surprise.

"Hooray! B! I love you! I can earn $50 in royalties?! God, I'm a movie star!"

"If I were rich... $50, how would I spend it? A sports car? Forget it, I'd better buy some more stoves and pans on Saints Street first..."

"Helena, we can buy some pretty clothes! Then we can give them to the children who don't have new clothes..."

"Sir, I don't need a single penny of payment. I will donate all the money to the church..."

"By God's grace, this money can help my family in El Salvador solve many problems..."

Everyone was overjoyed.

"Mr. Wayne, I think I need to report this to Mr. Victor..." The on-site producer, his face pale, whispered to Wayne.

As the on-set producer, he was responsible for managing the budget and daily filming operations, and was the one who truly oversaw the execution on set.

Hearing Wayne's words, he too felt a sudden gasp for breath.

Where did this Wayne come from? Victor is so irresponsible...

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Of course, these things require Viktor's consent, and I think he will."

With that, Wayne stood up, casually gave Old Will and the others a few instructions, and told them to familiarize themselves with the environment. He then got up and followed Josh's assistant outside.

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It was somewhat unexpected that someone would come here to find him.

"Mr. Wayne, this way please." Josh's female assistant said to Wayne respectfully, while cautiously glancing at the washed-up child star out of the corner of her eye.

She really couldn't understand how this seemingly harmless man could take control of the entire film set in the blink of an eye.

Just as I was thinking about it, I arrived at the reception room next door.

The assistant gestured for Wayne to enter, opened the door, and hurriedly left after Wayne went inside.

Wayne stepped into the small reception room and saw a woman wearing sunglasses and a scarf sitting on the sofa, calmly waiting for something.

Upon hearing Wayne's footsteps, the woman immediately looked up.

This is a woman with delicate, slender features, a slightly baby-faced appearance, and a hint of aloofness.

Her ice-blue eyes were clear and bright, and her long, light golden-flaxen hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of her head.

She is like a beauty who stepped out of a Russian oil painting.

Upon seeing Wayne's appearance, the woman paused, a scrutinizing glint in her eyes, then seemed relieved, letting out a long sigh, and said calmly:

"Wayne, the rumors are true, you really are back in Los Angeles, my...husband..."

Fragments of memories flashed through Wayne's mind. Wayne looked at the Russian woman in front of him and said:

"Sofia, we're divorced. To be precise, I'm just your ex-husband."

Seemingly surprised that Wayne dared to contradict her like that, the cold, beautiful woman's icy blue eyes flashed as she looked at Wayne and said:

"Wayne, so much time has passed, you really do look very different..."

"You seem to have changed... become more confident... like you've become a different person... If you had this personality from the beginning, perhaps we wouldn't have gotten divorced."

She then leaned back on the sofa, crossed her long legs, her expression turning cold. Looking at Wayne, she shook her head slightly and said in a slightly resentful tone:

"Wayne, darling, you shouldn't have run away..."

"After all, you still owe me a large sum of money. How can you be so irresponsible?"

"But it's good that you've regained your confidence and found a good job. I've heard that 'The Death of Jesus' is a big-budget project, and your compensation will be substantial..."

As she spoke, she took out a stack of documents, flipped through them casually, and said:

"Darling, including alimony, the money you borrowed from me, and some debts I bought from your former agent Aaron, you owe me a total of... twenty-six million dollars."

At this point, Sofia looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of her with a playful smile.

Originally, she only regarded this man as a plaything, a stepping stone for her to obtain a green card arranged by her father, and later she regarded him as an ATM.

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Now, she suddenly felt that the man who had returned possessed an indescribable and inexplicable aura.

It was the aura of someone in a superior position, a quality that attracted her.

"Now that I've caught you, I won't let you leave so easily again..."

Sophia shifted the position of her legs again, touched her lips, looked at Wayne in front of her, and slowly said:

"As your creditor, I demand that you, from this moment on, obey my orders or pay off all your debts."

"From this day forward, you are my slave and must fulfill any of my demands!"

"Of course, you can refuse, but I hope you understand that my father is the boss of the Russian Mafia in Los Angeles. If you dare to disobey me, my father will absolutely not let you off!"

"Those who dared to defy the Russian mafia have been stuffed into gasoline drums, filled with cement, and sunk into the bay."

At this point, Sophia took off one of her red high heels, revealing her foot and long legs encased in stockings, and looked at Wayne with a playful expression, saying:

"Now, my slave, I command you to kneel down and lick my feet."

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Looking at the woman before him, who seemed to have victory firmly in her grasp and completely controlled everything, behaving like a queen, Wayne couldn't help but sigh and said calmly:

"Sophia, you are still so rude and ill-mannered. Perhaps I should teach you something."

As he spoke, Wayne stepped forward and, before Sophia could react, slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

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