America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 339 Punishment Measures

The business jet was flying smoothly, and the cabin was filled with upbeat music. Four young and beautiful female flight attendants, dressed in perfectly fitted uniforms, danced a sexy dance to the beat of the music.

Martin raised his glass, clinked it with Leonard's, and said, "I didn't expect that a private jet company would offer such thoughtful service."

Leonardo took a sip of his drink and asked, "First time on a private jet?"

Martin admitted, "I've only ever flown first class before."

That old bastard Nicholson leaned over and said, "These private jet companies can provide a lot of high-end services to their clients. As long as the money is right, everything is negotiable."

Martin asked, "You seem to have a lot of experience!"

"I was prepared." Nicholson opened his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash, and shouted, "Girls, let's get something more artistic. I know you're all top artists."

The point of going out is to have fun; having fun is the most important thing. Money doesn't matter.

Martin and Leonardo clapped together.

As the flight attendant stepped to the rhythm of the music, she unbuttoned her uniform, which flew through the air. Martin grabbed it first and slammed it into Leonardo's face.

Nicholson poured drinks for Martin and Leonard, and the three of them shared a toast while enjoying the art feast.

Martin put down his glass and called out, "Ladies, do you offer facial services?"

One of the flight attendants, who was the only one left, said in a sweet voice, "This is not one of our services."

Nicholson pulled out a wad of cash, slammed it on the table, and asked, "Do you have it?"

The four flight attendants said in unison, "Yes."

Someone said, "I'll go prepare the water and face wash..."

"No water," Leonardo said, pointing, "We need milk."

The sweet-talking flight attendant said, "We won't."

Martin's cash was all in his luggage. He simply pulled a wad of money from Nicholson's hand and asked, "Really not?"

The four flight attendants said in unison, "We can learn."

High in the air, the three bastards, who were originally a bit tired, enjoyed a face wash.

The facial cleanser is of significantly better quality than the Night Club cleanser; it's gentle, refreshing, and invigorating.

Unfortunately, a gust of air jolted him awake, forcing him to stop washing his face.

Amidst the turbulence, Nicholson shouted to Martin, "Have you ever tried doing it in the air?"

Martin replied, "No."

"You're way behind the times!" Nicholson scoffed. "Get back on track quickly, or Leo and I will fire you!"

Martin suddenly remembered something: going to the private island would require taking a helicopter, and perhaps while on the island, he could invite any supermodels he was interested in to ride in the helicopter together.

He asked Leonardo DiCaprio next to him, "Aren't you an environmentalist? You're doing it on a plane!"

Leonardo replied, "Can't I talk to the head of an environmental organization on the plane? Isn't that environmentally friendly enough?"

Martin was speechless.

These rich and idle people really know how to have fun.

The business jet landed smoothly at Miami Airport, and in the presidential suite on the top floor of a hotel near the airport, the trio of bastards met with everyone who had attended Alexander Ambrose's bachelor party.

Following this year's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, Gisele Bündchen ended her long-term partnership with Victoria's Secret, terminated her Angel contract, and went solo.

As Heidi Klum gets older, the title of Victoria's Secret's number one angel naturally falls to Amy Ambrosio.

This time, Ambrosio held a pre-wedding party, which was attended by 18 models.

Martin stood at the door of the presidential suite and looked over to see several familiar faces.

Heidi Klum, AA, KK, Adriana Lima, Angela Lindwo, Miranda Kerr, Erin Heatherton, Doutzen Klos, Isabelle Goller, Caroline Thurtini, and many more.

There were more people than last time.

Heidi Klum spotted Martin immediately and confronted him, "Have you been avoiding me?"

Martin shrugged. "Hey, Heidi, why would I hide from you?"

Angela Lindvor walked over, put her arm around Martin's shoulder, and said, "Of course you're guilty."

Heidi was very unhappy: "You came to my bachelor party but not my wedding. I'm disappointed and sad."

Angela followed behind KK, who suggested, "Heidi, why don't we do it here? Angela and I will hold him down. Use whatever means you have."

Martin looked around at the three scoundrels and said, "You guys have terrible memories; you've forgotten the fear you felt when I dominated you last time."

Angela zipped down her jacket: "You think we're afraid of you?" She pointed behind her: "Look at our sisterhood. We told you when we came that if you can't handle it, you don't need to come back. Just dig a hole and bury us on the island."

With war seemingly imminent, Ambrosio jumped onto the living room table and clapped her hands forcefully: "You scumbags and sluts, stop it all! All of you, stop acting like wolves and horny girls until you get to the island!"

She suddenly reached down and said, "Sisters, don't forget our promise!"

A blonde girl next to her handed Ambrosio two things.

Ambrosio held it high; it was a clown sculpture about 30 centimeters long, clearly modeled after Martin.

The other item was a glass bottle containing a green liquid, with three words written on the label: "Fengyoujing" (a type of medicated oil).

Ambrosio brandished the two items in her hands, explaining the punishment: "You've all experienced what they're like. Anyone who sneaks off before coming to the island will be subjected to these by all the sorority members in turns!"

Martin stared blankly at the two items in Ambrose's hands; he couldn't recall giving the supermodels souvenirs.

"Great!" Leonardo agreed with Ambrosio.

Martin separated Heidi and Angela, grabbed Leonardo, and asked, "What's that thing in AA's hand?"

Leonardo chuckled, "Didn't I ask you for some souvenirs last time? I gave them all to the supermodels."

Nicholson's face loomed closer: "I gave you the Tiger Balm."

Martin said resentfully, "You two truly are my good brothers!"

Leonardo put his arm around Martin's shoulder: "Good things should always be shared!"

Ambrosio arrived with her blonde assistant to negotiate with the trio of bastards.

Martin recognized his blond assistant: "AA, aren't you going to introduce her?"

"What's wrong? Are you tempted? Excited?" Ambrosio pulled her blonde assistant in front of her and introduced, "This is Candice, a model from South Africa."

Candice shook hands with Martin and the other two without any hesitation: "Hello."

Ignoring the aging Nicholson and the noticeably overweight Leonardo, she specifically told Martin, "I'm really looking forward to the party on the island."

Martin said, "Once you're on the island, you can come find me anytime."

This group of scumbags booked a private island just to have fun.

The trio of bastards are Hollywood regulars, and the supermodels, needless to say, are all incredibly open and playful, not bothering to hide their true selves.

When you're out having fun, having fun is the most important thing, but you can't ignore your health either.

Ambrosio and Heidi chased away the werewolf girls from the sisterhood, letting them roam freely for the time being, and then negotiated with the trio of bastards.

Nicholson, of course, stepped forward and first exchanged the three people's medical reports with Ambrosio: "These were just done this week."

Ambrosio also gave the medical reports to the group of friends, and Leonardo took them and read them through with Martin.

For the supermodels, there are not only blood test reports, but also records of contraceptive injections.

In this kind of situation, the man can't be required to provide proof of sterilization.

Nicholson might not care, but Martin and Leonardo will definitely back out; they're not stupid enough to be in love with the god of war.

All of this is also a responsible approach for both parties, so that they can play without any reservations and just go all out.

The two sides even seriously discussed the cost, with Ambrosio believing that since it was her bachelorette party, she should pay for the island rental.

Moreover, she also paid for the initial expenses of renovating the room.

Other expenses, such as airfare and food, were covered by the trio of bastards.

Nicholson waved his hand generously and declared that he would pay for it.

After both sides completed their discussions and confirmed the details, they destroyed their respective reports. Ambrosio, representing the sisterhood, came over and hugged Martin and the other two.

She emphasized, "As a gift for my bachelor party and a Christmas present for my bridesmaids, from now on, you can't be alone, in case someone cheats on you."

Nicholson and Leonardo's eyes both fell on Martin.

Martin was utterly exasperated: "What do you two bastards mean? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Leonardo reminded him, "At Heidi's party last time, while we were still fast asleep, you were playing that game with chickens, drums, and flowers..."

Martin said, "It's clearly the two of you who are useless!"

"Ahem..." Ambrosio coughed loudly, interrupting the three of them, and said, "To prevent the situation from happening again last time and to avoid Martin being ganged up on, I specially found a nutritionist to design a high-protein meal plan for the three of you. I'm sure you'll like it."

Martin stepped forward and hugged Ambrose again: "Darling, you two are so sweet."

Leonardo asked, "AA, who's next you two getting married?"

Ambrosio laughed. "I'll definitely invite you to future bachelor/bachelorette parties." Her gaze fell on Martin. "Especially you. We had so much fun hanging out with you last time."

Martin thought to himself that these supermodels who participate in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show may get married every year in the future, and a good person like him should of course send them his wedding blessings.

My heartfelt blessings are worth hundreds of millions!

Is there a more sincere blessing than this?

Both sides had a good night's rest at the hotel. Apart from drinking together, they each kept their promises and did not overstep their boundaries.

Once you're on the island, you can do whatever you want.

The following morning, three passenger helicopters flew to the rooftop platform of the hotel.

A group of more than 20 people took a helicopter from Miami to a private island south of the Florida peninsula.

Martin had communicated with Ambrosio long ago, and some rooms on the island were specially modified to meet the needs of the party.

After arriving on the island, all the staff, including the chef, housekeeper, and security personnel, were moved to the east side of the island.

The entire southwest was left with revelers.

(End of this chapter)