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Chapter 493 Hefner's Party

The black, extended Lincoln slowed down as it approached Mount Holbe.

Under the night sky, the road leading to the Playboy mansion on the hilltop was lit up with car lights; Hugh Hefner's annual party was packed with attendees.

Martin, dressed in a silk nightgown with the collar slightly open, revealing his muscular physique, asked Nicholson, "You have connections to the Playboy parties, and you've been keeping it a secret all this time!"

Leonardo DiCaprio was also dissatisfied: "You don't treat us like brothers!"

Nicholson looked out the car window at the mansion on the hilltop: "Actually, it's been many years since I've been here." He recalled, "I had a little misunderstanding with Hefner, which was only resolved at the end of last year."

Martin immediately understood and asked, "You slept with Hefner's girl? It wasn't Pamela Anderson, was it?"

Nicholson stiffened his neck: "Am I that kind of person?"

For the sake of his reputation, he explained, "One year, Marlon Brando, Warren Beatty, and I attended a pajama party. We drank too much, and Marlon let all the animals out of Hefner's cages, resulting in Hefner's favorite group of cats being killed by a rabbit..."

At this point, Nicholson made a simple gesture with one hand and the other, extending a finger: "From then on, we were labeled as unwelcome until I met Hefner at a party last year, and that was the end of it."

Leonardo DiCaprio was utterly astonished: "Are Hefner's rabbits as fierce as him?"

Martin said, "I should have come and seen it sooner."

"There's no harm in attending Hefner's parties," Nicholson advised. "Parties aren't just full of beautiful women; they also have elites from all walks of life, especially in the entertainment industry. It can broaden your network of contacts. For example, if you've slept with the same playmate, your relationship will instantly become closer."

Martin thought of Thomas: "I'll have his agent come over; he needs to expand his network."

Leonardo agreed: "Your agent is no match for top agents like Ali and Brian."

Martin dialed Thomas's number: "Hey buddy, I sent you the Playboy party invitation, aren't you coming?"

In a newly renovated detached villa near Century City, Thomas looked at the invitation on the table and said, "I haven't left yet, I'll be there later."

He hung up the phone, picked up the invitation, and found a new set of pajamas he had just bought in the car.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, and Thomas's new girlfriend, Victoria, slipped out, leaning against the doorframe. She asked, "Honey, will you stay home with me?"

Thomas glanced at the invitation in his hand and said, "Sorry, this is my job."

"Work?" Victoria raised her voice. "Attending Playboy parties is work? Playing with those Playboy Bunnies is your job too?"

Thomas patiently explained, "Martin just called me."

"Martin! It's Martin again!" Victoria pointed to her trembling chest. "Am I your girlfriend, or is Martin your girlfriend?"

From the moment she started dating Thomas, all she heard about was Martin. She couldn't help but say, "Haven't you noticed your problem? When you're with Martin, you feel amazing, like you're high! But once you're away from him, it's harder than quitting smoking!"

Thomas frowned. Victoria wasn't like this before she moved in with him.

He snapped, "Enough! Martin is not someone you should be discussing!"

Victoria paused for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly shut up.

Thomas took the invitation and walked out.

Victoria, thinking of all those glamorous and shameless women at the Playboy party, couldn't help but say, "You have to be back before 1 a.m., you absolutely have to be back. If you don't, I'm going to go outside and shout, 'Super Agent Thomas needs Wei Ge to get going!'"

Thomas was so annoyed by the noise that his head felt like it was twice its size. He went outside and into the garage, where the bright lights made his head look exceptionally shiny.

At this moment, he felt a pang of regret. Wasn't it better to just keep changing girlfriends one after another? Why did he lose his mind and find a girlfriend to live with?

Thomas noticed it was getting late, so he quickly got into the Cadillac Martin had given him and headed towards Holberg.

In front of the Playboy mansion, Nicholson rolled down his car window. The security guard at the gate glanced at the three invitations and let them through the gate.

As soon as Martin got out of the car, he saw a large expanse of white legs.

The pajama party was mostly attended by men; the women were either Hugh Hefner's Playboy models or had purchased invitations to attend.

Some of them were wearing lace pajamas, but most were wearing bikinis.

Every single one of them had a stunning figure and outstanding looks; it was as if all the beautiful women in America had gathered here.

Martin ran into many familiar faces, such as Daniel from Warner Bros., Morgan Freeman, with whom he had worked, and Jim Witt from WMA, among others.

As Martin greeted them along the way, he met Hugh Hefner, who was surrounded by several playmates.

The latter, dressed in a burgundy silk nightgown, with a beautiful woman on each arm around his waist, looked at the renowned Hollywood trio and laughed, saying, "Jack, you've got new buddies, but you didn't bring them to meet me? Are you afraid my good girls will devour them?"

Nicholson boasts without paying taxes: "My two brothers, one the shortest 100-meter record holder and the other the longest marathon record holder, I'm afraid all your girls will be ruined."

Hefner looked at Leonardo: "I've heard that a model who hasn't been verified by Leonardo can't be called a supermodel."

He then looked at Martin: "Also, any beautiful woman who hasn't been appraised by Martin Davis can't be considered top-tier."

Martin was most relaxed in this setting, opening his arms and saying, "Mr. Hefner, I've heard you have 2000 Playboy girls. Can I help you assess how many of them are top beauties?"

Hefner laughed: "Look at the appetites of young people these days! Martin, I liked you the moment you said those words. Here's one of my treasures for you!"

He turned his head to the side and said, "Holly, you stay with Martin tonight. He can sample as much as he wants."

A tall girl with long, wavy blonde hair, wearing a gold strappy bikini, came from Hefner's side and took Martin's arm. The weighty touch was second only to Alexandra's.

Martin, quite disloyally, waved to Leonardo and Nicholson: "Good luck, guys."

Holly pulled Martin toward the pool, where the crowds and beautiful women were the most numerous. As they walked, she said, "I'm Holly Madison, a model. I was on the cover of Playboy last year."

She asked directly, "Should I call a few more of my sisters over?"

Martin, of course, wouldn't refuse: "Find one each of black hair, red hair, and dark brown hair."

Every man who comes to this party has at least two or three girls with him.

Holly went to the poolside and called over three equally attractive girls to keep Martin company, chatting and socializing with him.

Having a pretty girl in her early twenties around can improve one's mood, and even interactions between strangers become easier and more harmonious.

Midway through, Martin ran into some people from Paramount and chatted with them about the Cannes Film Festival next month.

He went to attend the three major European film festivals, naturally hoping to win a major award.

Benjamin was co-produced and distributed by Warner Bros. and Paramount Pictures, and Martin has received strong support from Warner Bros.

Neither the Oscars nor the three major European film festivals have been particularly fond of David Fincher in recent years. If he has a chance to win the Palme d'Or, neither of the two companies will give up, but the Cannes Best Actor award is also a key contender.

Martin chatted for a while, then Thomas arrived, and this task naturally fell to the agent.

As a golden duo, Martin gave two of the girls around him to Thomas, leaving only Holly and a dark-haired woman named Melissa.

Some people couldn't wait to leave the party with the girls beside them.

Holly and Melissa also hoped Martin would do the same; they had already considered joining.

Martin remained unmoved, simply playing around.

He chatted briefly with the famous bald director Steven Soderbergh, and the two found common ground. Soderbergh was quite concerned about the state of prostitution and the Holy Valley industry and wanted to make an experimental film on this subject.

Martin said he could sponsor the event, and that it was a waste not to use the Koreans' money.

Another point is that Soderbergh is a darling of Cannes and has close ties with the French.

The two agreed to meet at the studio the day after tomorrow to discuss the details, and then went off to have some fun on their own.

Martin ran into Menez, who was always so arrogant and all alone, without a single female companion.

Even Marcus, that big fat guy whose body swelled up like an inflated balloon after retiring, has several girls around him.

Menez said with disappointment, "I'm getting ready to leave."

Martin asked in surprise, "Why are you leaving?"

"I thought I'd run into Pamela Anderson, but it was all young Playboy girls." Menez was genuinely disappointed: "Not a single one over 35!"

Martin looked around and saw that all he could see were young girls in their early twenties.

Menne felt Hefner's party was overrated and said, "Boss, have fun. I just called Emma to go out for supper with her. Here..."

He sighed, shook his head, waved to Martin, and left.

Holly looked at her young, voluptuous figure and asked, "Isn't being young and pretty a good thing? Is he not quite right in the head?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Martin still defended his little brother: "Everyone's appreciation of beauty is different. In my eyes, you and Melissa are top-notch beautiful girls, but in his eyes, it may not be so."

Melissa, enraged by Martin's words, snuggled into his arms: "Martin, will you take us out? Besides being pretty, Holly and I have other strengths."

Upon hearing this, Martin subconsciously loosened his grip on them.

If it weren't for the fact that there had never been any rumors about ladyboys in Hefner, he would have insisted on making them verify it on the spot.

Not far away, Tom Cruise, dressed in dark blue pajamas, was wandering around the party, looking for Martin, his target for the night.

One more chapter to come

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