America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 700 I'll Make Her Pay

The small building opposite the soundstage where the "Argo" crew was filming at Disney Studios.

Martin stood in front of the slightly dilapidated window and looked at his watch.

The door opened from the outside, and Nicholson, Leonardo, and Lorraine walked in together.

Nicholson asked eagerly, "Where's the show? Where is it? Is it ready to start?"

Martin looked out the window and said, "Wait a moment."

"You bastard, you're so disloyal! You didn't even tell me about this good show!" Leonardo demanded. "If Jack hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known anything about it."

Martin argued, "You haven't been in Los Angeles lately, so I assumed you were still out of town."

He then turned the tables and accused me: "You didn't even tell me you were coming back!"

Lorraine, who had long since gone from part-time actress to part-time paparazzi, asked, "What kind of good show? Any valuable news to smear?"

Leonardo said, "Are you short of money again?"

Lorraine said, "My allowance for this month is almost gone."

Martin pointed to the area under the parasols across the way: "Aim the camera over there, there should be a good show going on."

Lorraine quickly took off her bag and deftly adjusted the camera and lens.

Nicholson, remembering the actress who had previously asked him for fireworks, asked, "Saoirse Ronan and Emma Watson?"

Martin simply stated, "Remember that Twitter video I asked you guys to retweet a few days ago? Emma Watson probably saw it too and was trying to set me up."

He briefly recounted what had happened in the past few days.

Leonard patted him on the shoulder: "You have a good chance of becoming the next Harvey."

"To prevent myself from becoming a bastard who reneges on his promises, I must nip temptations in the bud." Martin said righteously, "I will never degenerate into Harvey."

Lorraine, who had been dealing with Saoirse quite a bit lately, asked, "So, you got Emma Watson's arch-enemy to do it?"

Martin said, "How could I refuse a student's kind offer to help their teacher?"

The other three people in the room simultaneously gave Martin a middle finger.

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Saoirse Ronan, who had only filmed two scenes that morning, left the set and went to the lead actress's rest room.

She opened the locker, took out the backpack inside, unzipped it, and glanced inside.

A faint, sweet scent emanated from the bag.

These are the tools that Old Bu helped her make.

Saoirse makes handmade chocolates, and she even made some herself a while ago.

A few days ago, she made up her mind to teach Emma Watson a lesson.

That shameless bitch actually tried to steal her teacher!

Saoirse slung her bag over her shoulder, left the studio, and walked forward.

It's working hours now, and the studio area requires a quiet environment for filming. Vehicles are generally not allowed in, and there's no one on the road right now.

Saoirse had observed carefully beforehand. When she arrived near the soundstage where the "Argo" crew was located, she looked around for a while but didn't see a single person.

She quickly went to the parasol, deftly removed the cushion from the chair, and put on the same style from her backpack.

To ensure the replacement was fast enough, Saoirse had gotten several chairs from Bruce over the past few days and practiced many times.

She was skilled and quickly changed the device.

Saoirse had been secretly observing Emma Watson.

That shameless bitch comes here every noon to steal her teacher, sits on this chair, and waits for Martin to come out of the photography studio.

These past few days have been no exception.

On the opposite building, Martin picked up a lens cap and blocked Lorraine's camera lens.

Lorraine looked at Martin in surprise.

Martin shook his head: "We'll film it later."

Lorraine nodded, abandoning her plan to start filming immediately.

Downstairs, Saoirse quickly tidied up and, just like she had secretly observed Emma Watson a few days ago, slipped into the small building across the street and leaned against the wall near the window on the first floor, waiting for someone to come over.

She prepared for several days, and even consulted Bruce during that time. This morning, she also checked Emma Watson's usual outfits and found out that Emma Watson had no scenes to film this afternoon.

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After finishing her morning scenes for "Noah's Ark," Emma Watson had already removed her makeup and changed her clothes.

She doesn't have any scenes to film this afternoon, so she doesn't need to come.

Emma Watson, with light makeup on, asked Alana, "Is everything ready?"

"It's all set up." Alana brought over a bag and demonstrated how to operate it: "Press here to open it. The battery is fully charged, and there's an extra battery installed. It should be able to support several hours of filming without any problem."

Emma Watson tried it out and then moved the items from her handbag into this tote bag.

As she packed her things, she said, "I had my agent inquire, and there's news from Disney that Alan Horn and Martin discussed a new musical project."

Alana encouraged her: "Emma, ​​you're the best, you'll definitely win over Martin Davis!"

Emma Watson glanced at the time, picked up her handbag, and walked out: "Once I have his weakness in my hands, he has to agree."

The two left the studio through a side door. As before, Emma dismissed Alana and walked alone toward the Argo film crew.

The film crews hadn't finished work yet in the morning, and there wasn't a soul on the road.

Emma arrived at her destination quickly and found the studio doors closed. She walked under the parasol, adjusting her beige blazer as she went.

Her light-colored pants and coat accentuated her fair skin and red lips.

Emma went to her usual spot and smelled a slightly sweet aroma, as if someone had just eaten chocolate there, and it was her favorite kind.

She sniffed the air, placed her handbag on the small round table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

As Emma sat down on the cushion, she heard a strange sound, a loud popping sound, clearly coming from under her bottom.

Before she could get up, she felt a cold sensation on her bottom, and it felt sticky and sticky, as if something had stuck to it.

Emma bounced up as if she had a spring in her butt, and as she looked back at the chair, one hand instinctively reached for her butt.

The cushion on the chair burst open, and a brownish-yellow, paste-like substance flowed out.

"Fuck!" Emma cursed, her hand that had been touching her butt felt incredibly sticky. She took it back and looked at it; it smelled like sweet chocolate sauce.

She smeared her brownish-yellow hand in front of her nose and smelled it carefully; it definitely smelled like chocolate sauce.

The taste was almost identical to Emma Watson's favorite chocolate sauce, making her want to stick out her tongue and lick it.

Just as her hand was about to reach her mouth, Emma Watson stopped abruptly, cursing as she pulled out her phone to call Alana and tell her to come over quickly.

"Fuck! Fuck..." She kept swearing, feeling sticky on her butt, and was getting frantic, her face full of rage.

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From the moment Emma jumped up, Lorraine kept snapping photos from the window of the small building.

Emma Watson's off-white trousers have a patch of brownish-yellow on them; the unusual placement and color will evoke associations in anyone who sees them.

Lorraine took full-body photos of Emma Watson, close-up photos of her buttocks, and photos of her pants dripping onto the ground.

"I'm rich! I'm set!" she kept muttering. "A few years ago, photos and videos of Emma Watson wetting her pants at Pinewood Studios in England reportedly sold for tens of thousands of pounds. Now it's finally my turn to strike it rich!"

Muttering to herself, Lorraine's hands moved quickly as she rhythmically pressed the shutter, snapping photos of Emma Watson.

Lorraine was almost driven mad with excitement when she saw Emma Watson's brownish-yellow hands brought to her nose to sniff, then lowered them as if she wanted to stick out her tongue to lick them.

Breaking news!

Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson, who were just watching the show, also took out their phones to record Emma Watson.

Lorraine adjusted the camera lens, capturing Emma Watson's buttocks while also focusing on her contorted face.

Judging from her cursing and swearing, it's clear that something terrible has happened to her.

Nicholson asked Martin, "Did you come up with this damn method?"

"No," Martin said. "Saoirse came up with it."

Nicholson watched with great interest, giving a thumbs-up: "You have a good student!"

Leonardo shook his head repeatedly, saying, "There's something wrong with Disney Studios. Why is it always being linked to these things?"

Earlier this year, they met Amber Heard here.

Lorraine chimed in, "Wasn't it all your doing?"

Leonardo and Nicholson both looked at Martin, their meaning very clear: this was Martin's doing, and it had nothing to do with them.

Martin saw a woman running towards them and said, "Be careful not to get spotted."

Leonardo and Nicholson both shrank back, obediently becoming bystanders.

Lorraine's camera never stopped taking pictures.

On the first floor, Saoirse Ronan held her phone in one hand to take pictures, while covering her mouth with the other to avoid bursting into laughter.

Last time, Emma Watson took a picture of her and Martin, trying to stir up trouble.

This time, Saoirse is determined to get it back!

The videos and photos taken will later be sold to gossip media, causing an uproar throughout Hollywood. Emma Watson might even grab the headlines!

Saoirse muttered to herself, "Bitch, you wet your pants last time, this time..."

She quickly covered her mouth, almost bursting out with laughter.

In the shade provided by the parasol, a nearly frantic Emma Watson took off her beige suit jacket.

At that moment, she realized that light-colored pants stained with these things, especially on her buttocks, were too easy for people to misunderstand.

Before Emma could even put her coat on, Alana rushed over and, seeing the large, dirty smudge on Emma's bottom from a distance, exclaimed, "My God!"

She was a competent handbag carrier, so she quickly took off her dark coat and ran towards Emma: "What's wrong? Is your stomach upset? Why did you suddenly have diarrhea?"

"No! Damn it, this isn't it!" Emma protested. "This chocolate sauce... someone framed me, I..."

Seeing someone appear in the distance, Alana quickly wrapped her coat around Emma's shoulders and said, "Let's get out of here first. It'll be too easy for people to misunderstand if they see us!"

(End of this chapter)