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Chapter 761 How Green Tea is Made

Los Angeles courthouse, mediation room.

Johnny Depp stared wide-eyed at Amber Heard, his body radiating a fire that seemed ready to ignite his greasy hair at any moment.

Across from her, Amber Heard had exquisite makeup and wore a black dress. Her cool and stylish looks, combined with her peak appearance and stunning temperament, easily made her stand out.

Most men would instinctively feel that she is innocent and pitiful when they see her, but Depp, this alcoholic, drug-addicted, and abusive man, is especially hateful!

This woman's life so far could easily be the subject of a book titled "How Green Tea Is Made."

Faced with a claim and property division amounting to $6500 million, Depp's side flatly refused, and the mediation between the two sides ended in failure once again.

After consulting with both sides, the mediator announced the end of this mediation session.

After leaving the mediation room, the two sides met again in the parking lot.

Depp stood in front of the car, staring at Amber Heard.

Amber Heard looked radiant, her blonde hair styled in braids that billowed in the wind along with her skirt, much like her life.

Depp couldn't hold back any longer and instinctively stepped forward, wanting to question Amber about why she had framed him.

The lawyer grabbed Depp and shook his head at him.

Amber turned her head, looked at the angry Depp, and gave him a charming smile.

But the sarcasm in his smile was so obvious.

She wanted to provoke Depp in this particular place.

"Let's go," the lawyer advised Depp. "Go back, and avoid any direct confrontation with her."

Depp's agent, Wheatham, rushed over and helped him into the car.

Amber pursed her lips and got into the car next to her.

Inside the car sat a chubby, white man—Elon Musk.

As soon as Amber got into the car, Maskel rushed over and kissed her hard.

She struggled free: "I'm not divorced yet."

Musk suddenly thought of that bastard Martin and said, "It's more interesting if we're not divorced; it feels different."

Amber looked at the chubby man with surprise: "Something's wrong with you."

Musk thought to himself, "How did Martin lead me astray?" He straightened his expression and said, "Go to my villa in Los Angeles. I want you to cosplay as Sylvanas."

Amber needs Musk so much right now that she can't refuse, so she has to go along with it, cosplaying the Banshee Queen and recreating the scene where Arthas stabbed her to death when the Scourge invaded Quel'Thalas.

In the other car, Depp, who was still married, felt inexplicably heavy-headed, as if something was pressing on his head, making him very uncomfortable and somewhat agitated.

Agent Wriggs advised, "During this time, it's crucial to remain calm and avoid public appearances as much as possible. Any further negative news will only put you in a more passive position."

Depp said, "That woman wanted me dead."

"No." Now that things have come to this, Wheatham is blunt: "She wants to take all your remaining money."

Depp said angrily, "I'd rather hand it all over to the IRS than give her a single dollar!" He then asked, "How did the sales of those properties go?"

"The penthouse in Columbia Tower has already sold for $850 million," Wrigham said. "Houses in Paris, London, and New York have also found buyers, but the island in the Caribbean is unlikely to sell anytime soon."

Depp said, "Sell it at a discount, I need the money!"

Putting aside everything else, his domestic violence and divorce lawsuit with Amber has become the focus of attention across the United States, and the legal fees alone are astronomical.

Wriggs nodded, then reminded him again, "Johnny, you need to cut back on expenses now. Ideally, your weekly spending should be reduced to below $10. Also, fire as many of your playmates, lackeys, and staff as possible; the cost is too high."

"I'll let go of the staff I can, but I have to take care of my friends." Even in his current predicament, Depp remains the same loyal captain: "Without them taking care of me, I wouldn't be where I am today. Even if I only have one dollar left, I'll share it with them! Even if I'm homeless, I'll stay with them!"

Whigham wanted to persuade her further, but after opening his mouth, he didn't say anything.

It's going to be tough for Johnny Depp in Hollywood. If all else fails, he might try his luck in the French film industry.

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Annapurna Films, President's Office.

Megan Ellison personally saw Ms. Judith from the bank to the door, saying, "Please grant me some more time; repaying the loan is certainly not a problem..."

Judith looked troubled: "If it weren't for the Ellison family, we would have already withdrawn the loan. None of the big-budget films your company invested in have been successful, and the bank is in a difficult position as well."

Megan Ellison lowered her proud head: "I will resolve these issues as soon as possible and repay the first loan on time."

Judith shook her hand: "Hopefully, we'll get good news next time."

Megan Ellison watched her walk further and further away, then returned to her office, plopped down in the boss's chair, and grabbed her hair with both hands, scratching it wildly until her once neat bob became a bird's nest.

The already released films, "Transcendence" and "The Lone Ranger," have generated virtually no revenue.

Unlike the numerous failures of Warner Bros. films, Annapurna's projects are not a patchwork of funding; the budget is basically funded by Megan Ellison herself, and all the losses are real and substantial.

Megan called Dreit, and when he came in, she asked, "Has Seventh Son sold?"

Dreit glanced cautiously at the boss and said, "No, we've lowered the price to $1 million, and still no one is willing to make an offer."

Megan, no longer behaving like a domineering female CEO who kept her emotions hidden, turned pale and said, "Those Hollywood bastards, do they think they can take it for free?"

Dreit opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped himself from speaking.

Megan asked, "Just say what you have to say."

"Jessica, the CEO of Davis Studios, contacted me," Dreit said, raising his voice slightly. "She said Davis Studios' offer has been valid."

Megan angrily retorted, "Martin Davis wants to take away my $3000 million investment for just $1.5 million? Dream on!"

Dreit fell silent, because there was really nothing he could do. The two films, Transcendence and The Lone Ranger, had suffered disastrous failures, and other companies had serious doubts about Annapurna Pictures' production capabilities and standards.

There are even rumors within the industry that Martin Davis had several promising projects snatched away by others, who deliberately fabricated scripts to trick them...

The veracity of this story is impossible to verify, but all three projects Annapurna Pictures snatched from Davis Studios failed.

Megan waved her hand: "Keep looking for a buyer."

Dreit quickly left the area.

Megan's phone rang at that moment.

She saw it was her father calling and quickly answered.

Larry Ellison said, "Leave Hollywood. I'll take care of your debts."

Megan Ellison refused to leave Hollywood as a loser, clinging to her last shred of defiance: "Give me a little more time. If I can sell 'Seventh Son,' I can recoup my losses. I also have 'Zero Dark Thirty' in hand..."

Larry Ellison didn't say much: "Take care of yourself. Call me anytime you need to! Remember, you're my daughter, Larry Ellison's daughter!"

Megan's head was in a mess lately, and she misunderstood her father's meaning. After hanging up the phone, she slammed her fist on the desk, determined not to embarrass her father!

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Paris, 16th arrondissement.

Harris sat in the living room of Mason Villa, took out a pen, and quickly signed the agreement.

The real estate agent quickly came over and shook his hand: "Mr. Carter, congratulations on becoming the new owner of this mansion."

Harris smiled slightly: "I hope you can complete the remaining procedures as soon as possible."

The agent assured him, "You will receive the relevant documents by this time tomorrow."

Harris nodded in satisfaction; in France, this level of efficiency was practically supersonic.

The agent handed all the keys to Harris and then tactfully left.

Harris put the keys away and then walked around the villa one last time.

Johnny Depp's newly renovated villa, which he has never lived in, has to be sold at a drastically reduced price.

Harris calculated that if he held off on selling the house, he could make a profit of at least 300 to 400 million euros.

Indeed, Depp is a good person.

His phone rang; it was his deputy, who had been sent to London, calling.

He was told some good news: through his agency, he had made contact with J.K. Rowling, who was very interested after seeing the replica two-masted yacht, but was not satisfied with the £2500 million offer.

Harris immediately called and booked a flight to London. He arrived in London that same day and took J.K. Rowling to see the yacht docked in Thames Harbour. After two days of protracted negotiations, Rowling bought the yacht she had been eyeing for £2100 million.

The top five richest women in Britain are known for their extraordinary generosity and extravagance.

(In reality, Rowling bought it for £2200 million several years later)

After the two parties signed the agreement, Harris immediately called Martin and then rushed to New York to have his deputy buy an apartment on the Upper East Side.

Depp was urgently selling off fixed assets to raise cash, and Martin and his gang were taking advantage of him.

This tragedy was caused by a pee.

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Hilton Garden Inn, Boston.

Martin had just entered the hotel lobby when he received a call from Harris. After exchanging a few words, he hung up and was in a great mood.

Bruce looked over curiously.

Martin said in his Atlanta accent and style, "That idiot Harris made a deal in London."

Bruce immediately realized that the boat he had acquired from Depp had been sold.

Alexandra Daddario, who was standing next to Martin, asked, "What good thing happened that makes you so happy?"

"I closed a big deal and made some money." Martin, of course, wouldn't tell her that, but vaguely said, "I have enough for living expenses for the next few months."

Alexandra took his arm: "Great news, worth celebrating."

Martin suggested, "Shall we go for a drink?"

Alexandra, however, said, "Let's go back to your room and have a drink. I'll celebrate with you properly."

Martin, assuming she had prepared something new, said, "Okay, let's go back to the room and celebrate."

(End of this chapter)