America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 814 A Masterpiece of the Times

As a new weekend arrives, the Marriott Hotel in Times Square, New York, is bustling with activity.

Although there was no red carpet at the hotel entrance, a large number of entertainment reporters and paparazzi gathered there, and every time a luxury car drove by, they would frantically take pictures.

New York Vogue magazine is hosting a welcome party here tonight to warm up for next month's Met Gala.

A Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of the hotel, and Nicholson, Leonardo, and Martin got out of the car and entered the hotel amidst flashing lights.

Leonardo asked in a low voice, "Has that bastard Justin Bieber arrived yet?"

Martin glanced at Bruce, who shook his head, and said, "Not yet, he wants to play for a while."

Nicholson said, "Stay calm, Leo. Panicking will only lead you to make the wrong judgments."

Leonardo nodded slightly.

As the three were about to enter the banquet hall where the party was being held, Martin confirmed again, "Jack, are the people really okay?"

Nicholson laughed and said, "Of course, no problem. Don't forget who I am—Jack Nicholson, who has been a fixture in the entertainment industry and the nightlife scene for decades!"

He looked around and said, "Although the requirements are a bit difficult, it's no problem for me! I followed your requirements exactly and went through several channels before finding the right person."

Leonardo, thinking about Martin's plan, asked, "Doesn't this seem a bit far-fetched to me?"

"Because your ideas are never reliable," Martin said in a low voice. "According to my plan, Justin Bieber will cause a sensation this time."

Nicholson chuckled coldly: "The three of us are just trying to get him on the front page for free."

The three of them went into the banquet hall together and didn't mention the matter again.

Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of Vogue magazine, who was the organizer of the party, immediately came over to greet them.

Approaching the trio of jerks, she exclaimed dramatically, "God has finally answered my prayers and sent his three most beloved children to me! Martin, Leo, Jack, are you finally going to the Met Gala again?"

Since the early 1990s, the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute Gala has been hosted by Vogue magazine, with Anna Wintour directly in charge: "I remember when you attended the Costume Institute Gala a few years ago, your unique outfits and entrance caused a sensation around the world. What creative ideas have you brought this time?"

Nicholson thought to himself, "Do you want to come up with a prank?" He shattered the woman's illusions, saying, "Anna, I'm retired. Attending fashion parties is a struggle for me, and I don't have the energy or stamina for charity balls."

Anna Wintour, however, wasn't so easily deterred: "Surely we can get the newly crowned Oscar-winning actress to come over?"

Nicholson smiled. "Of course, she'll come."

Anna Wintour joked, "The Met Gala needs gentlemen like Martin to prevent Jennifer from tripping on the red carpet."

Martin shrugged: "I guess I was in the African desert at that time, dancing with mummies and camels."

When Anna Wintour is with these top stars, she doesn't act like the ruthless woman her subordinates perceive her to be; instead, she's more like a witty woman: "I hope those mummies are as beautiful and stylish as all your female friends."

Martin couldn't help but laugh, joking, "Anna, I now believe 'The Devil Wears Prada' is a complete fabrication. A fashionista as lovely and witty as you couldn't possibly be a devil!"

Anna laughed, hugged Leonardo, and took his arm: "Actually, Leonardo knows me very well."

Leonardo DiCaprio said, "A witty and stylish fashion icon."

After chatting for a while, Anna Wintour went to greet the other guests. Martin and his two companions entered the banquet hall, where they were greeted by people they knew and didn't know, keeping them very busy.

Martin ran into Anne Hathaway and had a private chat for a while.

Nicholson was pulled aside by Meryl Streep to speak with her alone.

Although there were many blonde, long-legged female models at the event tonight, Leonardo's mind wasn't on them at all. He wandered around the banquet hall for a bit, but didn't find his target, so he went back to the vicinity of the party entrance.

Unexpectedly, just as he arrived, Justin Bieber walked in through the door.

As predicted, Justin Bieber came alone.

Leonardo pretended not to see him.

But when Justin saw Leonardo DiCaprio, he thought about how he had mocked the Hollywood star to his face that night, and then went to Gisele Bündchen's room at the Waldorf Hotel, and a surge of lust welled up inside him.

At one point, Gisele also said that she was Leonardo's true love.

For Justin, doing something so exhilarating and not getting it off his chest would be incredibly frustrating.

Justin approached Leonardo, extending his arm—which was barely concealed by his short-sleeved shirt—as if to express friendliness: "Good evening, Leonardo. I didn't expect to see you again."

Leonardo ignored his hand and asked directly, "What do you need?"

Others might hesitate because it's Leonardo DiCaprio, but Justin, who'd love to be brothers with him, didn't care. He grinned and said, "Your actions that night made me doubt whether my feelings for Giselle were right. To verify that I wasn't wrong, after you left, I followed Giselle to her hotel room."

Hearing these words, Leonardo froze like a robot.

He twisted his thick neck, which protruded with a double chin, and slowly turned his head, as if the sound of bones grinding together could be heard: "What are you saying?"

Justin stuck out his tongue, which had a tongue piercing, and licked his lips: "Very juicy, tastes amazing."

Leonardo might not care if every girlfriend he's ever dated was taken by the bastard in front of him, but Gisele is different, completely different.

He couldn't help but want to take action.

A hand reached out from the side and placed on Leonardo's shoulder.

When Martin saw Justin Bieber come in, he quickly walked over and stopped his best friend: "Leo, we're civilized people."

Justin's mouth twitched to his ear. This guy was utterly shameless! How dare he call himself a civilized person! Wasn't this the bastard who led a bunch of burly men to mess with him in Central Park two years ago?

Leonardo, reminded by Martin, gradually calmed down.

Martin tugged at Leonardo's sleeve: "Let's go."

Leonardo glanced at Justin Bieber and left.

Justin chuckled.

Martin said as he walked, "That guy's not right in the head."

Leonardo said, "He must have been drinking a lot of drugs before coming here, it's obvious."

Martin asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I can." Leonardo was very confident about this: "You may not know, but I was a huge fan of River Phoenix when I was a teenager. I've seen too many people like him. I can tell them apart just by looking at them."

Martin nodded: "Very good, let's proceed as planned."

Nicholson then came over and said, "They're here. Look to your left."

Martin and Leonardo both glanced in that direction and recognized the girl in the red miniskirt.

The girl's face looks a bit like Selena Gomez, but her figure is much better than Selena Gomez's. At first glance, she looks like a more muscular version of Hailey Baldwin.

Without a doubt, this was chosen by Martin from a group of photos.

Because Martin became the only credential among Taylor's close friends, Selena Gomez did not end up with Justin Bieber.

The former is the woman the latter has been longing for but has never been able to have.

As for Hailey Baldwin, there's no need to say more. In Martin's previous life, this girl later changed her name to Hailey Bieber.

Leonardo, whose belly had swelled up from anger, said, "He'll take the bait?"

Nicholson cautioned, "Don't forget the data we verified. This guy gets overly excited every time he takes drugs, so this is also an excellent hunting ground."

Just as the three were chatting, Lana Sanders, wearing a short red dress that revealed her long, straight legs and carrying a small red bag, walked towards Justin Bieber.

This is her prey for tonight.

Lana looked to be in her early twenties, with a surgically altered face that was particularly suited to makeup. Her 1.7-meter-tall body was curvaceous with long legs and a slim waist, seemingly approaching the limits of human body proportions.

Compared to most women who undergo cosmetic surgery, Lana has spent far more on her body.

So when a six-figure sum of money came in, even though she didn't know who the employer was and it was a risky business, Lana still agreed.

On the one hand, Lana is a distinctive high-class woman; on the other hand, Lana needs money for the most important step of her surgery.

Lana's gaze fell on Justin Bieber.

Justin had just run into two targets and was about to have a drink to clear his head when a pretty girl walked over.

"You're Justin?" The girl's face lit up with surprise, and she unconsciously swayed her sexy body slightly, humming, "Baby, baby, baby, oh..."

Justin knew he had met a girl who liked him. There had been so many like that in the past few years, but most of them were just average-looking. This one in front of him was not only beautiful, but also particularly pleasing to the eye.

Her face is somewhat similar to Selena Gomez's, but more refined and defined, and her figure is simply indescribable.

Most importantly, this girl has a mixed-race look. At first glance, she looks like a white person, but upon closer inspection, she has a Latin flair, and her skin is a healthy tan.

Justin, who was already looking for a target, immediately realized this was the perfect one. He tossed his hair and said, "You're my fan? You sang well, but there's room for improvement."

Lana said, "I like your songs, and I like you as a singer." She extended her hand: "Lana Sanders, a model."

Justin took her hand: "Lana, I've never seen such a beautiful model as you."

The two huddled together and began to talk enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, the trio of bastards found a place to rest and sat down.

Martin glanced at it casually: "They've left the banquet hall."

Nicholson said, "See, even if it goes through multiple layers and there are subcontractors, the person you finally find is absolutely reliable."

Leonardo was in a great mood: "I wonder if Justin will be super surprised when he finds out the truth."

"This is a masterpiece of our time." Martin raised his glass. "A toast to this era teeming with demons and monsters."

(End of this chapter)