America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 691 Let's Dance

The ranch was large enough, and Morgan Freeman himself was wealthy; the multiple buildings were connected together, making it both spacious and respectable.

On the third floor of one of the smaller buildings, Michelle stood by the window, watching Martin and Bruce get out of the car and be ushered into the largest villa by Morgan Freeman.

Lynch, who was standing next to him, said, "The plan is going smoothly. Morgan has brought Martin here. Now it's up to our staff."

Michelle said, "What choices would a womanizing playboy make when faced with a group of beautiful women?"

Lynch asked, "Aren't we being a bit too conservative?"

"Morgan Freeman is right, Martin Davis is no ordinary man." Based on some information he had gathered, Michelle adjusted the actual plan: "I had people investigate for a long time, but they found no trace of Martin Davis touching those things. There were even reports about him in the newspapers a few years ago; he once had a shootout with dealers in Atlanta."

A smile played on her lips: "Corrupting someone isn't something that happens in a day. First, attract him with a beautiful woman to pique his interest in the company and make him a customer. Then, at the right moment, we'll recommend other services."

Lynch understood that the boss was paying special attention to Martin by using a strategy to attract major political clients.

Inside the main house of the farm, Martin was surrounded by beautiful women.

There are only eight men here, including him and Bruce, but more than twenty women.

They come in all sorts of hair colors and skin tones, and all of them have pretty faces and hot figures.

Even among the Asians, none of them had squinty eyes, flat noses, or a face full of stars.

There's not much difference in the aesthetic sense of ordinary men.

Morgan Freeman introduced Martin to several other people, including Steve Cavill, Jim Caviezel, and others, all veteran supporting actors in Hollywood.

However, they were all very busy. They only waved to Martin before their hands and mouths became busy.

Martin was somewhat surprised to present the gift, as he had expected Morgan Freeman's film anniversary party to be very formal.

Of course, it's still very formal now, after all, it's the usual style of Hollywood parties.

Morgan Freeman took Martin's gift and handed it to the chocolate-skinned girl beside him.

This girl has a super hot figure, but she has an incredibly baby face...

"Today is a special day that I want to commemorate properly. Please make yourselves at home." Morgan Freeman pointed to the second and third floors: "There are many suites upstairs. As long as they are open, please use them as you like."

He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, then shouted, "Ladies, we have another distinguished guest! Please give him a warm welcome!"

These were minor matters for Martin.

As if by unspoken agreement, the three beautiful ladies immediately walked towards Martin.

One person had reddish-brown hair, while the other two had blond hair.

All three were in great shape. They sat down next to Martin, with the redhead pouring drinks and the two blonds squeezing onto Martin.

Martin was an experienced man, and he quickly ascertained their situation in just a few words.

The redhead's name is Malena Morgan. She has a tall and fit figure, with large breasts and small breasts in all the right places.

The blonde on the left is Nikia. She looks to be under twenty years old, with a typical pale and thin appearance.

The blonde on the right is Mia Markova, a Western-style voluptuous woman.

It is clear that Morgan Freeman, the host, has made a careful selection, preparing three completely different styles.

Martin simply chatted and joked with the three girls skillfully.

Soon, some people downstairs left and went up to the second floor.

Dressed in all white, Malena Morgan approached and said, "It's a mess here, why don't we go upstairs?"

Martin stood up and said, "Okay."

The three of them went upstairs together, with Bruce following behind.

Since there were too many people on the second floor, Martin simply went up to the third floor.

Mia glanced at Bruce behind her and asked, "Are your bodyguards coming along when we play games?"

Martin pointed to the room ahead: "You guys go ahead."

The three girls left, and he waited until Bruce came over before asking, "Did you bring it?"

Bruce pointed to the camera hidden in his chest: "Don't worry."

He told Martin, "I just asked, there's no medical report yet, so be careful."

Sometimes, Martin's cowardice is off the charts: "Let's play some games."

Martin didn't know Malena Morgan and Mia Markova, but he vaguely remembered the youngest, Nikia, with her Eastern European features; she had once been a teacher who was well-versed in art.

He wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

Martin entered the room and found a deck of cards on the table, perfect for playing cards.

When Mia saw Bruce come in, she wanted to speak but held back. One more person wouldn't matter; they were fearless.

Martin unfolded the deck of cards and said, "Ladies, let's play cards together."

Seeing him shuffling the cards so seriously, Malena thought to herself, "Are you even a decent man? Playing this kind of poker at a time like this? Even though both make a loud slapping sound, isn't this other kind of poker more fun?"

Although Nikia had just turned eighteen, she had experienced a lot and immediately suggested, "How about this, whoever loses takes off an outfit?"

Martin said very seriously, "Isn't that a bad idea?"

Malena said, "I agree!"

Mia nodded: "That's a good idea!"

Nikia looked at Martin: "It's three to one now, the minority must submit to the majority."

Martin sighed helplessly, "Fine, I'll do as you say."

Four people started playing Texas Hold'em.

Bruce stood in the corner, in a position where he could see everyone perfectly.

Martin was clearly a better player, and Malena and the other two were deliberately letting them win. After a few rounds of poker, they quickly became like cavemen.

Seeing that Martin admired them but didn't take any further action, Malena suggested, "We've run out of clothes to take off. If we lose again, how about we each dance?"

Mia and Nikia both agreed.

Martin can only respect the opinion of the majority.

After another round of poker, Malena turned on some music, went to the empty space in the room directly opposite Martin, and performed a hot dance.

Upstairs in another building, Michelle glanced at her watch, looking slightly anxious.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Lynch, who had left earlier, quickly came up from downstairs and said, "I just asked, and Martin went up to the third floor with Malena, Nikia, and Mia, and went into the same room."

Michelle couldn't help but smile: "Very good."

Lynch said, "The first step was a perfect success. Given Martin's womanizing nature, it's impossible for him to refuse. The three of them have very different styles and characteristics, and there's bound to be one that Martin likes."

"Once you do it once, you'll do it again, and then countless times." Michelle has done this kind of business too many times and understands her customers' mentality: "Next time, we can try having them invite Martin to their place, and the next time, to our territory..."

Lynch said, "Besides Depp, we have another major client."

These Hollywood stars make money much more easily than politicians. The former are extremely generous and don't care about premiums at all, while the latter always like to haggle over every penny.

Lynch witnessed it firsthand: because he was extremely satisfied with the service, Hollywood superstar Charlie Sheen gifted Michelle a priceless oil painting!

Others, like Johnny Depp, are never ambiguous when it comes to billing.

Lynch had heard that Martin Davis was also a generous guy who would give gifts to the cast and crew every time he joined a film crew.

In the main building of the villa, Morgan Freeman had already come out of his first-floor bedroom and was sitting on the sofa, panting heavily.

At his age, he can't deny that he's getting old.

The other guests who had left earlier returned to the living room one after another with their girls.

Soon, only Martin and his group were missing.

Many of them looked up at the third floor, sighing that youth is truly wonderful.

But then I thought, considering that he's Martin Davis, a very famous figure in Hollywood, it seems quite normal.

In the room on the third floor, Mia, Malena, and Nikia were covered in sweat, breathing rapidly and heavily, their legs trembling, as if they were exhausted.

Round after round of Texas Hold'em, they danced one dance after another.

To make a dance captivating, it must involve a variety of large, sweeping movements, which requires a significant amount of physical exertion.

In contrast, Martin, who was sitting on the sofa shuffling the cards, had only taken off his coat.

Although watching it was exhilarating and felt like a fire was burning inside him, Martin had experienced scenes of groups of more than a dozen Victoria's Secret supermodels, so he remained calm and composed.

Seeing Martin shuffle the cards again, Malena's thigh muscles twitched and her calf muscles were as hard as rocks. She was worried that another twitch might cause cramps, so she quickly said, "Martin, how about we call it a day?"

Mia, with her voluptuous figure, probably sweated a lot due to her constitution. She picked up a bottle of water and gulped down a third of it: "It's too hot."

Nikia leaned back on the sofa, too tired to say a word.

Martin put away the playing cards and suggested, "You guys must be tired and hungry. Shall we go downstairs and get something to eat?"

Nikia, who had the least amount of body fat, nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

After they finished dressing, Martin invited them to come downstairs together.

Marina pulled a business card from her pocket, barely managing to smear lipstick on it, her lips a little dry from sweating so much: "This is my contact information. I'm available anytime."

Mia and Nikia also took out similar cards.

Martin put it in his pocket.

The three ladies were really exhausted. Holding onto the handrail, they walked behind Martin, and they were unsteady and clearly not having an easy time going down the stairs.

Martin was particularly energetic at this moment, and he walked with extra vigor.

The people in the lobby on the first floor all looked up when they heard the noise.

Morgan Freeman sighed inwardly. This fighting power is too strong, isn't it?

Steve Cavill, standing nearby, whispered, "He's taking on three of them by himself. Those three are having trouble walking, but he's doing it all with ease."

"This is outrageous!" Jim Caviezel exclaimed. "It feels like adding three more of him wouldn't be a problem."

When she turned the corner from the second floor, Malena's legs went weak and she almost fell.

Martin quickly helped her up.

Many women below let out slightly exaggerated exclamations of admiration, very curious about what had happened up there, that three energetic young girls were so exhausted.

(End of this chapter)