America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 242 Dreams Come True

New York, John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Because of the flight delay, the sun had already set when Blake Lively pushed her luggage out of the exit.

A large crowd of people were waiting to pick up passengers near the exit, but she didn't see Martin; she only saw Martin's henchman, Bruce.

"Hey, Blake, over here." Bruce stepped forward and took the suitcase.

Blake tossed his blond hair back and asked directly, "Where's Martin? Didn't he come?"

Bruce pulled his suitcase out: "He couldn't get through to you on the plane. He's prepared a party for you tonight, and a lot of guests have arrived, so he has to go back and greet them."

Blake glanced back at the airport and said, "It's all because of the flight delays."

Upon arriving at the parking lot and putting the luggage in the car, Bruce waited until Blake got in before saying, "There's a surprise."

"Thank you, Old B," Blake said expectantly.

Traffic was congested in New York, and it was already dark when the car arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel.

The car stopped in front of the hotel, and Bruce said, "Let's go to Banquet Hall Two."

"Does this suit me?" Blake asked, dressed in simple jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers.

Bruce nodded: "No problem."

Blake got out of the car, strode into the hotel, asked for directions to Banquet Hall No. 2, went upstairs and turned into a corridor, even jogging at one point.

At the end of the corridor, the red wooden doors of the banquet hall opened from the inside, and Martin emerged.

Blake rushed over, grabbed Martin, lifted his feet off the ground and into his arms.

"I miss you," she said, hugging him even tighter.

Martin kissed her forehead: "MeToo." He patted Blake on the back: "Come in, there are many guests."

Blake took Martin's hand and led him into the banquet hall.

The hall was dimly lit, the birthday song was playing, and in the flickering candlelight, Menez pushed out a large cake.

Martin nudged Blake: "It's two days late, I hope you like it."

Blake went over and blew out the 18 candles.

The lights came on, and applause erupted.

Blake then realized that many of the people who came to celebrate her coming of age were people she never even dared to dream of.

Renowned director Martin Scorsese, Oscar-winning actor Jack Nicholson, and the famous former idol Leonardo DiCaprio…

Blake felt she could brag for the rest of her life about having so many people attend her coming-of-age party.

"Martin really put his heart into it." The slight unhappiness in her heart was completely washed away by excitement and joy.

After Martin introduced Blake to everyone present, Leonardo quietly went to the entrance of the banquet hall, took out his phone and made a call. When the phone rang, he quickly hung up.

Nicholson, who had been keeping an eye on Leonardo's situation, raised a glass, clinked it with his old friend Scorsese, and said, "The real show is about to begin."

Scorsese knew these three oddballs on set loved to cause trouble, but it had never affected filming, so he couldn't be bothered: "Did you and Leo plan this?"

Nicholson glanced at Martin: "Shouldn't a scumbag stay a scumbag forever? This bastard actually tried to betray me and Leo, he can't be forgiven."

Scorsese thought to himself, according to the Hollywood script, a prodigal son returning home is the right path.

Upstairs, Angela Lindwo, Carolina Marin, Doutzen Kroos, Miranda Kerr, and others, all dressed in sky-blue jeans and white t-shirts, left their hiding room under Ambrosio's guidance and headed towards the banquet hall on the second floor.

Angela and KK were holding two specially made telescopic poles.

Du Chen held the neatly folded red banner.

Turning into the corridor leading to the banquet hall, Ambrosio said, "Get ready."

Angela and KK pulled open the telescopic pole, and Du Chen and Miranda hung the banner on the pole.

The group laughed so hard they were doubled over, finding it hilarious.

The banquet hall doors opened, and Leonardo DiCaprio emerged, asking, "Is everything ready?"

Ambrosio gave an OK sign: "I'm just waiting for you to open the door."

Leonardo couldn't help but laugh, turned around and went back into the banquet hall, waving to the back: "Come in."

"Sisters, help her up." Ambrosio then followed.

As soon as Leonardo entered, he called out to Martin, "Buddy, we have another guest."

Martin turned his head and saw Ambrosio. With his thick skin and strong mentality, he naturally didn't react strangely.

Before he could react, Angela and KK entered one after the other, each carrying a telescopic pole with a red cloth hanging between the pole ends.

"Fuck!" Martin cursed under his breath, vaguely sensing that something bad was about to happen.

But it was too late to stop it.

Blake looked curiously at the women who came in. She recognized the first three; they were all famous supermodels who were frequently seen on the covers of various fashion magazines.

What are they here for?

Angela and KK moved very quickly. As soon as they entered, they walked to both sides, and the telescopic poles were erected, automatically unfurling the banner.

A line of extra-large red text with gold lettering is particularly eye-catching.

"Supermodel sisters congratulate Martin's friend on his 18th birthday!"

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Du Chen, Miranda, and Isabella entered from outside and shouted in unison, "Happy birthday, Martin's girlfriend!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Unrestrained laughter erupted. Nicholson, that old bastard, was laughing so hard he was doubled over. Scorsese almost spat out the drink he had just taken a sip of. He wanted to laugh but was mindful of the great director's image, so he coughed violently.

The other actors in the crew were all laughing.

That trio of bastards, always messing around with each other!

Leonardo looked at Martin with smug satisfaction, thinking to himself, "I finally got you."

Martin pointed at Leonardo.

Ambrosio, always eager to stir things up, waved to Martin: "Hey, honey, you promised us you'd go to Heidi's wedding, why aren't you going?"

Martin calmly replied, "I've already had the gift sent over."

Blake glanced at Martin, then at the supermodels. Coming from a family of entertainers, she wasn't stupid; she vaguely guessed what was going on.

Martin walked over there, and Blake followed automatically.

Leonardo even winked at Martin on purpose.

Martin quietly gave him the middle finger.

Blake caught up with Martin in a few steps, took his arm, quickly composed himself, and put on a warm smile that he had specially trained for being a star: "Thank you for coming to my party, your gifts are very unique."

She took a few steps forward and took the telescopic poles from Angela and KK respectively: "I like them very much, I'll take them."

Ambrosio looked at Blake with interest. Judging from her figure, she looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her face looked to be about twenty. According to Leonardo DiCaprio, the girl was only eighteen.

To achieve this level at eighteen is quite impressive.

Is her mind as mature as her face?

Martin took the telescopic pole and banner from Blake and handed them to Bruce, who followed behind, saying, "Welcome, please come in."

Blake smiled and said, "Please come in."

Leonardo gave Ambrosio a look, urging her to keep causing trouble.

Ambrosio pretended not to see it, and led her sisters over, asking with a smile, "Martin, where did you find this princess? She's not only beautiful, but also has a great personality."

Good things are never afraid to be repeated, and Martin said at the right time, "He must have saved the entire universe in his past life."

Blake smiled at Martin, then took his arm and invited everyone into the banquet hall.

Ambrosio and KK and others entered the banquet hall and immediately went to greet Scorsese.

Blake went to cut the cake, and Leonardo came to Martin's side: "How's the surprise?"

Martin said, "I might have been so scared that I had a problem with my language center. When I meet people, I unconsciously tell them that Leonardo DiCaprio was called a mollusk by Gisele that was not even as good as an octopus."

Leonardo put his arm around Martin's shoulder: "Don't slander me!"

Martin reminded her, "Giselle said it herself the day you broke up."

Leonardo knew Martin wouldn't make things up, so he feigned indifference: "If that were true, do you think I could date so many women?"

"You used to pick up girls with your looks, now you use your fame." Martin belittled him while also boasting a bit about himself: "Unlike me, I rely entirely on hard work!"

Leonardo wanted to say something sarcastic, but thinking about the yacht bachelor party, he couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

After cutting and dividing the cake, Blake took a piece and gave it to Martin, then pointed to Ambrosio, KK, and Angela Lindwo: "I'm going to go talk to someone."

Martin said, "I'll stay with you."

Blake stopped him: "Men shouldn't get involved in women's private conversations."

She walked in that direction alone.

Leonardo asked, "Aren't you worried?"

Martin countered, "Were you worried that Giselle would find out you were cheating?"

Leonardo understood, and scoffed, "Scumbag."

Martin returned the same sentiment to him: "Hollywood's number one scumbag!"

On the other side, Blake and Ambrose sat at a rest table, talking about something, but on the surface, there seemed to be no problem.

Ambrosio deliberately said, "Don't you want to ask us why we're holding up banners?"

Blake laughed, seemingly like a brainless simp: "There's no need. Martin is my idol. Whatever he does is right. I wasn't with him before, so I have no right to ask him to do anything."

Angela and KK exchanged a glance, unsure how to respond.

Blake added, "I'm the one pursuing Martin, not the other way around."

Ambrosio was speechless; Leonardo probably hadn't expected this girl to be this kind of person.

"This isn't fun," KK said, finding it boring. "Let's go."

A few minutes later, Ambrosio and the others came over first to say goodbye to Martin.

As the supermodel sisters left, the others also gradually departed.

Scorsese and Nicholson walked together to the private elevator lobby. The old man said with some regret, "I didn't expect that little girl to be so composed. If she didn't cause trouble, there wouldn't be any fun."

"That's disrespectful of you!" Nicholson said.

Scorsese adjusted his glasses: "Who says big directors can't gossip or enjoy watching the drama? You need to understand one thing: art imitates life."

Leonardo then came up from behind.

Nicholson retorted, "Your work is mediocre."

Leonardo replied, "We win as long as Martin can't give her a coming-of-age ceremony tonight."

When the elevator came down, Scorsese went in first.

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After the party ended and all the guests left, Martin took Blake to his room.

Blake never mentioned booking another room; her trip to New York was like a female fan making a pilgrimage to her idol.

She looked around the room: "The conditions are good, much better than in Mexico."

Martin went to find the prepared gift, saying, "This is a big production crew, they have money."

Blake looked through each room and asked, "Which one do I stay in?"

"Pick whatever you like," Martin said, taking out a gift box. "Give me your hand."

Blake reached out his hand and even closed his eyes in cooperation.

Martin took out a Cartier ladies' watch and personally put it on Blake's finger.

Blake opened his eyes, delighted: "It's so beautiful!"

Martin put the box down neatly: "I originally wanted to mail it back to Los Angeles, but then you said you were coming to New York, and I thought I'd put it on you myself, so I didn't mail it."

Blake stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Martin's neck, and tilted his head slightly.

Martin didn't hesitate and leaned down to kiss her.

The gentle, sweet kiss gradually turned into a passionate one.

Blake suddenly broke free, took a step back, and sat on the sofa: "I'm going to take a shower first."

Martin said, "I'll help you drain the water."

Blake nodded slightly, went to pack his suitcase, grabbed a towel and other toiletries, and went into the bathroom.

Martin is filling the bathtub with water.

The male god's back view was almost perfect. Blake took a few steps back, just like when he used to dribble the ball in beach soccer, and swung his long legs to charge towards Martin.

Martin cooperated perfectly. When Blake bumped into him, he fell into the bathtub with a splash. Martin deliberately slammed his big foot down on the water, and the splashing water was like ocean waves, splashing all over Blake.

He casually pulled Blake into the bathtub, where he was immediately soaked.

Blake propped himself up, facing Martin, and took off his damp T-shirt.

A female fan who's a total simp has only one goal in pursuing her idol—to seduce him!

That night, Blake Lively successfully slept with her idol!

Martin also gave her a near-perfect coming-of-age gift.

When the sun rose again, Blake opened her eyes, saw Martin, and went over to kiss him on the cheek: "Good morning, Blake's boyfriend."

Martin kissed her forehead: "Good morning, Martin's girlfriend."

Blake pounced on him, hugged him tightly, and started biting and scratching him, making Martin laugh out loud from the ticklishness.

She said, "I'm sure now that it's all real, not a dream. My dream has come true!"

"Tell me honestly, haven't you wanted to sleep with me for a long time?" Martin, that scumbag, couldn't wait to turn the tables: "Have you been plotting to seduce me all along?"

Blake had already succeeded, so there was nothing wrong with admitting it: "When the crew of Jeans first arrived in Mexico, I just thought you were handsome and strong, my type. Later, after the Rattlesnake Battle, I started thinking about how to sleep with you."

She was overjoyed that her plan had succeeded: "After Burbank High School, I vowed that even if I had to lose face, I would sleep with you. Don't you know, this is the best gift a female fan can give to her idol."

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