America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 830 Trash sees everyone as trash

There are countless examples of Hollywood moguls who reneged on their promises after receiving something; the number is too numerous to count, and Harvey Weinstein is definitely not an isolated case.

On the contrary, Martin, who is both lecherous and a scoundrel but keeps his promises, is more like an outlier in Hollywood.

Not much information could be extracted from Charlotte Kirk.

But the production team must give Martin an explanation.

That afternoon, after routinely informing Charlotte Kirk's agent and agency, Charles Rowan announced that Charlotte Kirk was being removed from the group.

The following day, the production team announced the news to the media at a routine press conference.

An actress attempted to sneak into a superstar's trailer to take photos but was caught red-handed, making it difficult for her to find work through normal channels again.

Charlotte Kirk left the production team in disappointment.

Sitting in the hotel lobby, Bruce watched Charlotte get into a taxi outside and make a phone call.

After the taxi left, another car followed.

Martin then came downstairs, met up with Bruce, got into a Cadillac Escalade, left Peachtree Street, and headed to the Beast House on Westjo Avenue.

Bruce, driving, said, "Charlotte Kirk is leaving Atlanta today."

Martin said, "Let someone follow her and see."

A red light appeared ahead. Bruce pulled over and said, "One thing is very clear now: Charlotte Kirk was recommended to the cast by Charles Rowan, but I've had people discreetly inquire, and according to those close to Charles Rowan, they had never met Charlotte Kirk before coming to Atlanta."

Martin nodded slightly: "Charles is a veteran producer at Warner Bros. He's been working with Nolan since 'Batman Begins,' and I've also collaborated with him twice, on 'The Dark Knight' and 'Inception,' and we've had a fairly pleasant working relationship..."

Bruce sped up: "Was this really Charlotte Kirk's personal behavior?"

Because it makes perfect sense, just like the actresses Harvey Weinstein forced, a very small number of whom secretly recorded videos and audio recordings.

Martin said, "Let's see who she'll be in contact with when she gets back."

Bruce replied, "I've got it all arranged."

The Cadillac turned onto Saijo Street.

Martin looked at the neon lights outside the window, which seemed to look just like he remembered. Ten years had passed since he stirred up trouble on Saijo Street.

Ahead, the neon sign for "House of the Beasts" lit up, while the "Black" bar across the street had long since changed its name.

Martin still remembers the owner of the "Black" bar, whose backside was riddled with bullets by him with shotgun blasts.

As darkness fell completely, the Cadillac Escalade stopped in front of the Beast House. Martin got out of the car, and the glass door, which was marked as temporarily closed, opened. A middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the door with a rather strange gait, his legs spread wide.

Martin laughed heartily: "Hey Scott, long time no see."

Lily and Elena's father, Scott Carter, seemed not to see Martin, and simply nodded inside: "Come in, Sophia is waiting for you."

Martin entered the club and quickly looked Scott over. Apart from his slightly strange gait, he seemed perfectly normal, even better than before.

Scott was wearing an Armani suit, Versace shoes, a Rolex on his wrist, and a diamond-encrusted Apple phone.

Martin would call himself a winner in life.

Second only to Menez.

The large house of the beasts was rather empty, with only people sitting near the stage.

When Sofia saw Martin, she quickly came up to him, smiling and saying, "Welcome, Martin and Old Brooks."

Perhaps due to aging, Sofia has lost a lot of collagen in her face, and when she smiles, her face is full of deep wrinkles and flesh.

Martin looked around: "What's on the agenda for tonight?"

Sofia said, "Every time you come back, you gather your old friends together. This time you're busy with work, so I'll host this party."

She made a gesture, and Scott turned off the main light on the ceiling.

At the same time, the stage lights shone brightly, and Martin's familiar music began to play.

A dozen or so older men dressed in leather shoes, trousers, and white shirts appeared on the stage and began tap dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Martin clapped vigorously and cheered loudly.

These people weren't dancing very well; their rhythm was a bit off, their postures were inconsistent, and some of them were overweight and out of shape.

But Martin understood their intentions.

As the music reached its climax, a dozen people, led by Hart and Carrington, rushed towards the front of the stage, attempting a collective knee slide, taking advantage of their speed and the smooth floor.

This caused the overweight men to stagger and fall, and some even bumped into each other because they weren't coordinated enough.

Only Hart and Carrington, who were leading the way, actually slid close to Martin.

Hart scratched his head sheepishly: "I wanted to give you a piece of 'The Dance of the Kings,' but unfortunately, we weren't very good at it."

Martin extended his fist: "I appreciate your kindness."

He yelled to the former male dancers behind Hart, "Guys, you've all gotten so fat!"

These guys, just like back then, walked over laughing and joking around, and bumped fists with Martin one by one.

Then, the lights came on, and the hotel staff came out, bringing in fine wines and various dishes.

Old friends sat together for a gathering, reminiscing about the past, raising their glasses to drink from time to time, and occasionally someone would start a commotion, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.

During this time, Martin found a moment to have a private chat with Scott.

He said, "Elena told me that if you have time, you can set aside one day each month to go back and visit, and she will try to invite Harris, Hall, and Lily over as well."

"I will." Scott's eyes widened. "Lily's been in Los Angeles, you idiot and bastard, did you sleep with my little daughter?!"

Martin's first reaction was to deny it, but he ultimately chose to remain silent.

Scott was furious: "I knew it! I fucking knew it! You bastard, when you came here to freeload, you weren't just after Elena!"

"Don't frame me!" Martin retorted confidently this time.

"Fine, you say no!" Scott demanded. "First it was Elena, then Lily, how do you explain that?"

Martin shrugged, deciding to say nothing more.

Scott was still furious: "When you were a teenager, I knew you were just as much of a bastard as Jack Davis! Okay, you're slightly better than that scumbag Jack Davis, who ran off with my wife without ever paying me, and you…"

He sighed, quite helplessly: "You changed the fate of the Carter family."

Martin heard those two names, so distant he had almost forgotten them: "Have you heard anything about Emma and Jack?"

Scott stated directly, "I never bother to find out. It's best if he's dead."

He scoffed, "Even if Emma comes back, who can accept a woman who hangs out with lots of Black people?"

No news is good news, and Martin never made a point of looking for it.

Hart ran over and pulled Martin back to drink.

To paraphrase a phrase often used by celebrities, Martin has been making a lot of money lately, but he's also under a lot of work pressure. He can only relieve stress by drinking alcohol and having a drink with old friends. As a result, he was almost drunk when he left.

Fortunately, he maintained basic rationality and did not say the things he shouted in front of Leonardo and Nicholson.

Bruce sent Martin to Elena.

Upon arriving at Elena's house, Martin, without any restraint, shouted that he would lead an army of beautiful women to flatten Washington.

Elena looked at this drunken idiot and asked, "Moron, who are your American troops?"

"It's you, Commander!" Martin sat on the sofa, and from the outside, he didn't look drunk at all; on the contrary, he looked very serious.

However, he was just spouting nonsense: "Then, the saintesses of the Cola Cult acted as deputy legion commanders..."

Elena asked, "Who are they? Is Lily among them?"

"Flatten Washington! Storm the White House!" Martin shouted. "Dissolve the Union!"

Elena cursed, "You bastard..."

Martin was spouting nonsense, as if he had wiped out America and was so happy he forgot himself.

Elena twisted her arms and legs in anger several times before she could finally vent her frustration.

Not long after, Martin's rambling stopped, and a different tone filled the room.

…………

Burbank, Los Angeles.

Charlotte Kirk returned home from the airport and immediately called Kevin Tsujihara to arrange a meeting the next day, saying it was about a key discovery concerning Martin Davis.

Kevin Tsujihara readily agreed and arranged to meet at the usual place at noon the next day.

The following morning, Charlotte Kirk meticulously applied makeup, changed into a figure-hugging short skirt, and packed up the crucial documents she had brought back from Atlanta.

That was her notepad notebook recording Martin's activities during his time on set.

Much of what's described above is what Charlotte Kirk witnessed firsthand on the set of Interstellar, and there's nothing particularly surprising about it.

A small portion also stemmed from her associations and speculations.

But the notes in the notebook made it seem as if she had seen them with her own eyes.

Charlotte Kirk originally intended to specifically mention the speculative part about the hidden camera incident in Atlanta, but she changed her mind.

Kevin Tsujihara is no good, and Martin Davis is an even worse guy.

What normal person would install that kind of testing machine in their own trailer where they're resting?

Only a rotten person suffering from persecution complex would do such a perverted thing!

Charlotte packed her laptop, went out, got into the car, changed her shoes, and drove straight to the Burbank Hotel.

Ivan followed her in his car, waking up his partner in the same vehicle.

"The target has set off," he reminded him. "Be sure to take pictures."

In the passenger seat, Luke, with his blond hair, opened his eyes, took out a wet wipe to clean his face, and picked up his camera to take a few pictures.

The BMW ahead hadn't gone far; a dozen minutes later, it turned into the underground parking lot of the Burbank Hotel.

With two cars in between, Ivan drove up and quickly parked his car in an empty space.

Luke pointed diagonally across the street: "She got off the bus."

Charlotte got out of the red BMW and walked towards the elevator.

Luke kept taking pictures.

Seeing people heading towards the elevator in the underground parking lot, Ivan picked up a briefcase, opened the car door, and got out: "I'll go take a look. You observe carefully."

Luke made a salute gesture.

Ivan and the other three entered the elevator lobby one after the other, just as an elevator came down.

Several people entered the elevator. He seemed to be looking down at his phone, but his eyes caught Charlotte pressing the number 7.

The elevator reached the seventh floor, and Charlotte swayed as she stepped out.

Upon reaching the eighth floor, Ivan stepped off the elevator, turned into the adjacent emergency exit, and quickly descended to the seventh floor. He glanced at the elevator he had previously taken; it had already reached the tenth floor.

Ivan was experienced; he knew Charlotte was coming to the hotel to meet someone, and now that she was here, especially on the suite floor, either the person she was meeting would arrive soon, or they had already arrived.

He listened to the sound of high heels hitting the ground, turned out of the elevator, and walked in another direction.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground slowed down. Ivan noticed something had fallen from his pocket and quickly bent down to pick it up.

Charlotte arrived at suite 707 and gently knocked on the door.

The door opened from the inside, and she slipped in, giving Kevin Tsujihara a passionate kiss before he could say anything.

The two quickly went mad.

Ivan returned to the elevator lobby, checked the floor plan to determine his room number, and took the elevator downstairs.

He heard it very clearly: Charlotte knocked on the door, not swiped her card to open it.

The person they wanted to see has arrived.

Ivan went to the lobby, found a spot, took out his phone, and dialed a number: "It's me. I want to know who has a long-term lease on suite 707 at the Burbank Hotel."

The reply came back: "Wait a while, I'll call you back once I find out."

Ivan found a spot with a view of the elevator lobby, grabbed a newspaper, sat down to rest, and then called Luke to tell him to keep an eye on the underground parking lot.

…………

Seventh floor, apartment 707.

By the time Ivan took the elevator down to the lobby on the first floor, the battle inside the room had already ended.

Kevin Tsujihara sat on the sofa like a king, resting with his eyes closed, waiting for Charlotte to help him clean up.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the short duration; he was the one enjoying it, not the woman, and the short duration actually saved him energy.

After a while, Kevin Tsujihara opened his eyes, put on his clothes, and asked, "What exactly happened in Atlanta? You were unanimously kicked out of the crew by all the producers!"

Charlotte knew that Kevin Tsujihara had connections with Charles Rowan, and that she got into the film crew through Charles Rowan's connections.

She wouldn't lie rashly: "I brought a modified miniature camera to secretly film Martin, but he found out. It's my fault; I never imagined that bastard Martin was such a pervert that he would install such electronic equipment in his own trailer."

Kevin Tsujihara said, "Why were you taking pictures of him secretly?"

Charlotte looked aggrieved: "You told me to pay more attention to his daily life and work, and I have been doing so and have discovered some clues. In order to verify this information and help you obtain key evidence, I brought a modified miniature camera to record my conversation with Martin."

"Help me?" Kevin Tsujihara didn't believe him. "You just want to get evidence to squeeze money out of Martin Davis, right?"

Charlotte laughed sheepishly, "You figured it out." She deliberately scratched her blonde hair, "Am I really that bad at acting?"

Kevin Tsujihara asked, "What about the notes you took?"

Charlotte opened her bag, took out a notebook, and handed it to Kevin Tsujihara: "It's all in here."

Kevin-Tsujihara opened and flipped through the notebook. It was only the size of his palm, and it was covered with dense writing, divided by dates, each line very clearly marked.

The records mostly document Martin's mundane work and daily life on the set of Interstellar, with nothing particularly special about it.

When Kevin Tsujihara saw Charlotte's fabricated account of Martin and Mackenzie Foy's supposedly frequent intimate interactions, he pointed and asked, "Is there something going on between them?"

"They're getting a little too close." Charlotte recalled what she had witnessed while on set, exaggerating slightly, "Mackenzie Foy and her mother are always trying to curry favor with Martin, and Martin's attitude towards Mackenzie is clearly different. I'm not the only one who's seen this."

Interstellar was one of Warner Bros.' big-budget projects. Kevin Tsujihara had paid attention to it and knew who Mackenzie Foy was.

Therefore, he did not find Charlotte's words strange or false.

Kevin Tsujihara kept tapping his fingers. There are many high-ranking people in Hollywood with very unique hobbies, including himself.

In order to maintain her value and avoid being abandoned by the big boss, Charlotte said, "I originally wanted to trick him into revealing information and secretly verify it, but unfortunately I failed."

She smiled helplessly: "I admit, this is also to obtain resources from Martin, but I really have been collecting detailed information about Martin as you instructed."

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Kevin Tsujihara went to the balcony, dialed a number, and inquired about Martin's relationship with Mackenzie Foy and other matters.

It wouldn't be difficult for him to verify the production teams that Warner Bros. invested in.

Soon, someone replied, "Martin and McKenzie have a very good relationship. McKenzie often gives Martin gifts, and Martin occasionally gives her acting advice. The two are like... how should I put it, teacher and student."

This reminded Kevin Tsujihara of one of Martin's scandals, where paparazzi had photographed Martin in intimate poses with Saoirse Ronan, who claimed to be his student.

It's no secret in the industry that Martin and Saoirse Ronan definitely had an affair.

As for when they started this relationship, it's hard to say.

Although Saoirse Ronan was already an adult when the paparazzi took intimate photos of the two, had there been any before?

Kevin Tsujihara didn't believe that a playboy like Martin could resist.

Just as he was pondering this, Charlotte said with a pained expression, "Kevin, I've done so much for you, you won't abandon me over something so small, will you?"

"Of course not." Kevin-Tsujihara pinched her cheek. "This is nothing. I'll find you a film crew and arrange a role that suits you better later."

Charlotte was particularly excited and grabbed Kevin Tsujihara's leg, saying, "I knew you were the best to me, and you would definitely help me."

Kevin Tsujihara finished reading the notebook, closed it, and put it away, instructing, "Don't tell anyone about your relationship with me."

Charlotte knew that Kevin Tsujihara was married, so she quickly nodded, "I understand."

Kevin-Tsujihara added, "Don't reveal any of Martin's affairs to anyone. You... should observe and listen carefully, and promptly inform me of any new information about Martin."

Charlotte mumbled something and couldn't get the words out.

(End of this chapter)