America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 762 Primitive Society

Hilton Garden Inn, Boston.

Inside the luxury suite, Alexandra Daddario took a bottle of wine and three glasses and placed them on the bar.

Martin asked in surprise, "Is there anyone else?"

Alexandra turned her icy blue eyes around, like a husky waiting for a reward, practically wagging its tail: "You know I can't hold my liquor very well, I get drunk after just a few drinks, so I specially found someone to come and drink with you."

Martin immediately guessed who it was and asked, "You didn't contact Catherine, did you?"

"Can't my sisters and I drink and have fun with you?" Alexandra's words sounded a little strange: "Catherine and I are sisters from the same mother."

Martin, always a man of principle, replied, "It's my pleasure."

Alexandra picked up her phone, dialed a number, and said directly, "Come over here."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Alexandra went to open it, and Catherine Daddario, wearing a white mini-dress, entered the room.

The two sisters, one dressed in black and the other in white, looked six or seven parts alike, and Martin always felt a special connection with them at first glance.

He took the bottle, poured wine into three glasses, and said, "Catherine, welcome to Boston."

Catherine sat down opposite Martin and clinked glasses with him. "I remember when I first met you, I was only 16." Her words carried a hidden meaning: "Time flies; I'm already 20."

Alexandra knew Martin's character and bottom line. She cursed her sister as a bitch in her heart, but still raised her glass to clink with Martin's: "Let's have a drink together."

Martin downed his drink and poured himself another.

Alexandra retrieved the dried fruit she had prepared during the day from the cabinet behind the bar, peeled it, and placed it on the porcelain plate in front of Martin.

Catherine secretly pursed her lips, took out her iPhone, opened Twitter, and placed it on the bar counter, saying, "I posted a photo of us having dinner together last night on Twitter, and a lot of people are envious and jealous. Look at their replies, they're so interesting."

Martin looked down at his phone but didn't see any interesting reply.

Catherine swiped her finger, seemingly accidentally opening Apple's cloud drive, and a series of her selfies appeared on the phone screen.

Most of these photos are selfies taken by Catherine after she has taken a shower or changed clothes.

The photos were clearly carefully selected and are exceptionally alluring.

It might have been taken last night or today.

"Oops, I accidentally opened the wrong one." Catherine winked at Martin, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. She swiped her finger across the phone screen, and the screen quickly switched back to the Twitter interface.

Alexandra saw it clearly and wondered how she had never noticed before that her sister was so good at seducing men.

She deliberately said, "Be careful, these photos are online and will be stolen by hackers."

Catherine disagreed: "Apple Drive is very secure."

Martin suddenly remembered something and reminded him, "It's best not to put these things in cloud storage or other online storage services; they're easy to leak."

Catherine immediately changed her expression, opened the cloud drive without hesitation, and handed it to Martin: "I'm not very good at using it, could you help me delete it?"

The cloud drive contains photos and videos that, if leaked, could create a completely new scandal.

Before Martin could reach for the phone, Alexandra snatched it away and said, "I'll delete it for you."

Catherine tried to grab the phone: "I can delete it myself."

Alexandra held on tightly, refusing to give it back. She opened a video to watch, which was Catherine comforting herself.

She finally understood: her sister was no ordinary bitch!

Seeing that the two sisters were about to fight, Martin took a bottle of wine with its cap screwed on and handed it to Catherine across from him with his left hand, while pushing a folding stool to Alexandra next to him with his right hand, and said, "I'll be the referee."

Catherine and Alexandra immediately abandoned their standoff and glared at Martin like hungry tigresses, ready to pounce at any moment.

Martin raised his glass: "Come on, let's have a drink to celebrate how we met and how we can enjoy this wonderful evening together."

The two men each raised their glasses and clinked them with Martin's.

The more they drank, the more lively the atmosphere became. By the time they finished a bottle, the three of them had squeezed together.

Catherine took out the dice she had prepared beforehand, and the three of them took turns rolling them. Whoever rolled the lowest number had to take off a piece of clothing.

This game, after playing for a short while, quickly reverted to a primitive state.

What naturally followed was the march of primitive society.

The next morning, Martin got up on time and rushed to the studio to film.

Alexandra's scenes will be filmed in the afternoon, so there's no need to get up early.

Catherine sat up, rested her head on her sister's shoulder, and said with sympathy, "You've had a tough time."

Alexandra pushed her away: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm enjoying this relationship."

"Tch, aren't you the one begging for mercy?" Catherine had experienced it firsthand and spoke the truth: "Even if Martin didn't cheat on his wife after marriage, she would still divorce him."

Alexandra didn't understand: "Why?"

Catherine exclaimed, "Who could stand that alone!"

Alexandra pulled Catherine up: "Let's go have breakfast, then we'll go shopping."

After washing up, the two went to a restaurant for breakfast and then headed to Boston's central business district.

The sisters who used to secretly bicker suddenly became much closer, and I felt that the psychological distance between them had been reduced.

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Inside the photography studio, which was decorated like a home, Martin, wearing slippers and a t-shirt, sat on the sofa with a can of beer in his hand, lost in thought, looking as if he were reminiscing about the past.

This is also a scene that flashes back to the past.

The male protagonist was originally a promising young football player, but due to family and environmental factors, he ended up as a bank robber.

According to the novel, he was inheriting the family business.

Villeneuve shouted, "Stop! We've passed this one!"

Martin shook his head, put down the beer can, broke character, and went to the director's monitor to watch the footage with Villeneuve.

Villeneuve played several rejected shots and the final one that was approved, explaining the differences to Martin in detail.

Martin listened attentively, asking questions whenever he didn't understand something.

After discussing the shot, Villeneuve said, "Next, we're going to shoot Doug's most exhilarating memory, a certain scene, you know?"

Martin said, "I've seen others use it."

He wouldn't even touch those things, but the circle he was in, Hollywood, had far too many people who used them daily.

Villeneuve said, "The props were made of vitamin B powder."

Martin nodded: "Okay."

Villeneuve shouted, "Filming will begin in ten minutes."

Martin went to the actors' lounge, and Bruce followed, saying, "You just had a text message on your phone."

Martin took the phone and glanced at it. The text message was from Blake Lively, who was worried that Martin was filming and hadn't called.

"I'll be joining the crew next week for filming."

"Welcome," Martin replied.

The production team had two main female roles. During the filming of "John Wick," Martin acquired the rights to "Prince of Thieves" and made an agreement with Alexandra to have her audition for the lead role.

Alexandra successfully passed the audition and landed the role.

Blake Lively belatedly realized that when she saw the casting call for "The Town," there was only one supporting actress left.

She is the sister of James Coughlin, played by Jeremy Renner.

Blake is very famous now, but she is facing a transition. She is already 25 years old, and the time she can continue to play teen idol roles is very limited.

She's in a better position now than before, since she didn't get to star in "Green Lantern".

Blake quickly replied: "Is your room empty? I don't need a separate room, I'll just stay at your place."

Martin thought for a moment and replied, "If you don't mind the crowds, then yes."

"I'm heartbroken, I want to cry," Blake continued. "I could have enjoyed this all by myself, but now I have to share it with someone else..."

Martin decided to end the conversation: "I'm on set, we'll talk again when I get there."

He handed the phone to Bruce.

On set, several crew members were rearranging the backgrounds and furniture, setting up the rooms to look like they used to be.

The feature wall was removed, the low table was replaced with a wooden one instead of glass, and the TV was replaced with a large LCD TV.

Two prop masters are preparing the key props for this scene.

Payne picked up the two prop bottles of liquor, placed them on the low wooden table, returned to the props department's cubicle, looked at his colleague Brandon, and asked, "Are your vitamins ready?"

Brandon sniffed: "I ground it into powder this morning."

Payne cautioned, "Make sure you don't get the things the male lead needs wrong, or it will cause a lot of trouble."

Brandon took the prop bag and said, "Don't worry, there won't be any mistakes."

Payne slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't take it for yourself."

"How could that be?" Brandon sniffed.

Payne didn't say much, because there were countless people like Brandon in Hollywood who were addicted.

Payne continued with his work.

Brandon opened the prop bag, which contained a large amount of powder. Upon seeing the numerous small plastic bags, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his hands and feet trembled slightly, his nose twitched frequently, and his mind went completely blank.

He grabbed a plastic bag, held it in his hand, then quickly put it down, subconsciously looking around.

People like him are common in Hollywood, but having a meltdown on set is a major taboo. If someone causes trouble for the crew like Heath Ledger did, they might even be blacklisted by many production companies.

"Where are the vitamins?" an assistant director shouted from outside. "What's the props department doing?!"

Brandon quickly grabbed a bag, pulled up his prop bag, and ran out with the plastic bag in his hand, saying as he ran, "It's here, the stuff is here."

He walked quickly to the sofa and put the plastic bag into the metal box on the low table.

The assistant director noticed his unusual expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Maybe my rhinitis is acting up again," Brandon casually offered an excuse.

After leaving the film set, he scratched his head, as if he had forgotten something.

But the intense discomfort, like being scratched all over his body by cat claws, made him unable to recall what it was for a moment.

(End of this chapter)