America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 452 Inspiring Creative Inspiration

Hearing the sirens and seeing the lights getting closer, Cassie prepared to leave. Just as she got up to run, someone grabbed her feet.

The young man clung tightly to Cassie's legs with all his might, his face contorted in pain, whether from excessive force or from the pain of the beating.

But he refused to let go no matter what!

At this moment, in the eyes of young people, Casey Affleck is a walking million dollars!

"Let me go, you bastard!" Cassie kicked the young man in the face again.

The young man's nose was crooked, but he hugged himself even tighter.

Then, Cassie noticed something: the young man who had been sitting on the bench, seemingly admiring the scenery, had somehow stood up and was now filming them with a home video camera.

Two men got out of the patrol car and ran towards them, their hands on their gun holsters, shouting, "LAPD, let me see your hands!"

The young man lay on the ground, weakly calling out, "Help! Help!"

One LAPD provided cover from behind, while another LAPD stepped forward, restrained Cassie, twisted his hands behind his back, and handcuffed him.

After checking on the young man, the LAPD called an ambulance.

During the routine on-site inquiry, a tourist who was filming the seascape showed them a video of the incident.

From beginning to end, it was the victim who was unilaterally beaten.

Although there weren't many tourists in the area, there were still about twenty people nearby, and the LAPD found more witnesses.

Meanwhile, Lorraine was secretly filming, capturing footage of the ambulance taking the victim away and Cassie being escorted into a police car by the LAPD before leaving.

The Ford cars near the pier also started up and left the dock area.

Nicholson made a phone call, then laughed heartily after hanging up: "Lorraine filmed the whole thing and has already contacted TMZ. She won't need to come to me for her allowance this month."

Leonardo DiCaprio joined in, asking, "I think that man is seriously injured. As a kind-hearted person who is enthusiastic about public welfare, I feel it is necessary to provide him with legal assistance."

Martin and the other man gave each other a thumbs up: "Cassie will thank you a thousand times over in her heart."

Nicholson grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth: "We're just that kind of good people!"

Martin said, "Let's find a place to drink and celebrate."

Leonardo sped up.

Since a Hollywood star was involved, the LAPD took it very seriously and acted efficiently. Cassie, who was temporarily detained, was able to meet with a lawyer very quickly.

The lawyer brought bad news: Ian, who had been unilaterally beaten by Cassie, suffered a broken nose, two fractured ribs, and more than ten other cuts and bruises.

Cassie's lawyer was no ordinary person either; he then contacted an acquaintance in the police force, intending to try and pull some strings.

The police said they couldn't do anything and told him to watch TMZ.

TMZ just released news of a video taken from a different angle showing Cassie beating the victim, which is very clear from beginning to end.

Meanwhile, the victim's lawyer arrived at the police station.

The matter can no longer be resolved quietly.

After contacting various parties, including the victim's lawyer, Cassie's lawyer approached Cassie and advised her to pay a settlement as soon as possible.

The longer this kind of thing drags on, the more troublesome it becomes.

Inside the hospital ward, the victim, Ian, was on an IV drip, his nose was crooked to one side, his face was covered in bruises, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body.

But Ian kept laughing, laughing especially happily, more so than he had in over twenty years.

"Awesome!" Outside the ward, LAPD officers were still taking statements. Ian could only mutter excitedly to himself in a low voice, "This is fucking awesome! I'm going to be rich this time!"

He twisted the hospital bed sheet into a pretzel, secretly calculating: "Medical expenses, lost wages, compensation for emotional distress—it'll easily amount to hundreds of thousands of dollars!"

Ian recalled his lawyer's words: "Yes, I was badly injured, which has caused me to suffer from depression. My future employment will be a problem. He has to pay compensation, and a lot more!"

This deal is really a great deal.

He was right; that was a walking million-dollar bill.

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Casey Affleck is still being held at the police station, awaiting the raising of bail.

Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson waited for Lorraine at Nicholson's mansion.

The latter seemed to have reaped a considerable reward, generously buying late-night snacks for the three of them.

The late-night snack tonight tasted especially good; it had the flavor of a big, white, and sweet melon.

But before Martin finished eating, his phone beeped with a text message notification. He took out his phone and glanced at it; the message contained only a line of numbers.

After a moment's thought, Martin remembered that it was Taylor Swift's hotel room number in Los Angeles.

It was obvious that Taylor Swift was reminding him.

Martin, a man who values ​​brotherhood, ignored the text message and continued having dinner and chatting with Leonardo and Nicholson.

Not long after, Taylor Swift called directly.

Martin went to a secluded spot to answer the phone: "Good evening, Taylor, what's up?"

Taylor said directly, "Martin, I need your help. I suddenly had some inspiration while writing a song, but it's not very strong. Could you come over and give me more inspiration? I really need it!"

Martin couldn't go against his principles, so he said, "Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he told Leonardo and Nicholson, "Something urgent has come up, I have to go."

Nicholson, still quite interested after watching the show today, said, "Remember to let me know if you have any new ideas about Ben."

Martin waved: "No problem."

The Nicholsons’ home wasn’t far from the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Not long after, Martin drove into the hotel’s underground parking lot and took the elevator to the floor where Taylor was staying.

Martin knocked on the door, and Taylor opened it and pulled Martin inside.

"You're finally here! I've been waiting for you to give me my inspiration for so long."

"How can I inspire you?" Martin asked, pinned behind the door by Taylor. "Should I sing a song? Enough to scare the wolves to death?"

Taylor, however, said, "When a person soars into the sky, their mind goes blank, and they enter a completely new realm. As long as you send me to the clouds, I will definitely have a burst of inspiration."

Martin has a strong sense of mission: "I'd give anything to create another timeless classic for country music!"

The two then began to study profound artistic topics such as chicken inspiration and musical composition.

During this time, Taylor's inspiration kept coming, and she sang a song in fits and starts by changing her tone and rhythm.

When he lacked inspiration, Taylor swore using swear words that started with the letter F.

When inspiration struck, Taylor praised God in a high-pitched voice.

At times like these, when people are at the peak of excitement, they may actually be able to experience something different.

So, after Taylor fell from the clouds, he immediately picked up a pen and notebook and wrote down some musical notes that Martin couldn't understand at all.

Seeing that she was truly bursting with creative inspiration, Martin didn't disturb her and went to the bathroom to take a shower by himself.

When he came out, Taylor sat on the floor, hugging his long legs, leaning against the side of the sofa, lost in thought.

Martin sat on the single sofa and just looked at her.

Perhaps because Taylor Swift had only been in the industry for a short time and was less tainted by the ways of the entertainment industry, Martin thought that the country-style Taylor with her ramen noodle hair was far more attractive than the pop diva who had once left the village.

Taylor came to her senses, and without putting on any clothes, she stood up and paced back and forth in the living room, occasionally scribbling in her notebook.

After a long pause, she asked Martin, "I heard that one of your ex-girlfriends was a famous cheerleader captain?"

Martin knew who she was asking: "Blake Lively, the cheerleader captain at Burbank High School."

"Oh, I see. I've seen 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants,' and I remember what she looked like." Taylor said as they walked. "Her figure was top-notch; most supermodels couldn't compare to her."

She looked down at herself: "Compared to her, I'm like a country girl."

Martin smiled and said, "Everyone has their own strengths, and you're no exception."

Taylor asked, "Me? What are my strengths in your eyes?"

"His voice is melodious and pleasant, and his legs are long, strong, and powerful." Martin is always honest, speaking his true feelings: "He also has a special attraction that seems to draw your soul away."

Taylor laughed happily and said, "I wrote a verse, shall I sing it for you?"

Martin, seeing that he was about to become the male lead in the legendary Taylor Swift song, laughed and said, "Great!"

Taylor went to get his guitar and asked, "Will you keep the beat for me later?"

Martin shook his head firmly: "I know nothing about music."

Taylor didn't insist. He picked up the pick and gently plucked the strings, and a light and lively melody began to play.

Without any arrangement or formal planning, Taylor Swift's voice rang out freely.

"You said you spotted a pretty girl. What would you do if you saw her? What should I do? She's wearing a short skirt, and I'm wearing a T-shirt. She's a cheerleader, and I can only stand in the stands..."

The song suddenly stopped, and Taylor smiled sheepishly: "I've only written this much for now; I'll need to add the rest gradually."

Martin praised, "It's very catchy and easy to sing along to. I believe this song will definitely make it onto the Billboard charts."

Taylor was quite confident about the music: "Definitely." She paused, then added, "This is a song starring the famous Hollywood star Martin Davis; it's bound to become a classic."

Martin, a playboy, didn't care about any of that: "Taylor, I saw a genius, witnessed firsthand how a genius writes songs, you've opened my eyes."

"Which kind of eye-opening spectacle?" Taylor asked deliberately. "Is it the kind with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman?"

Martin laughed. "Pretty much."

Taylor walked over and jumped onto Martin: "I'm going to take a shower."

Martin carried her toward the bathroom, saying as they walked, "To hear the full version of the song as soon as possible, I want to unleash even more of your creative inspiration."

Taylor replied, "If you work hard enough these next few days, I guarantee you'll hear the full song soon."

(End of this chapter)