America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 791 - 784: The Frivolous Sect Hierarch

In the hospital room, the Latina nurse helped Bruce pack his luggage, looking at him reluctantly, as if she didn't want him to leave.

At that moment, the door opened, and Martin entered from outside, stuffing a stack of documents into the bag by the doorway, and said, "The discharge procedures are all set."

Bruce put on his coat and went over to get his suitcase.

The Latina nurse took the opportunity to slip a note into Bruce's coat pocket, whispering, "My contact information."

Martin couldn't help but take another look at the nurse, with her very wide hips and exceptionally pronounced buttocks, a typical spicy Latina style.

Bruce acted as if nothing had happened and pulled his suitcase towards the door, urging Martin, "Let's go, what are we staying here for?"

Martin picked up a bag and followed him.

As Bruce opened the door of the hospital room, he saw a woman standing across the hallway.

This woman had golden hair that fell over her shoulders, her makeup was exquisite, and she had a tall and slender figure that would be considered very beautiful even in Hollywood.

The only flaw was that her curves were a tad flat in the front and back.

"Hi, Martin," Jody greeted Martin first, then turned to Bruce, "You didn't even call me when you were discharged."

Bruce said, "It's just a minor issue, you're busy with work."

Jody stepped forward to take the suitcase from Bruce's hands, "You're not fully healed yet, don't lift heavy things."

Upon hearing this, Martin couldn't help but scratch his head.

With Jody pulling the suitcase and Martin carrying a bag, Bruce walked out with his hands free; the three of them went downstairs together.

Upon reaching the underground parking lot, Jody stopped and said, "Martin, I want Old Cloth to stay at my place for a few days until he's almost fully healed, then he can work for you."

In matters like these, Martin wouldn't make decisions for Bruce.

Bruce still had that tone, "I'm already healed; I don't need you to look after me."

Jody's gaze suddenly shifted to Martin.

Martin thought Jody wanted him to persuade Bruce, so he pretended not to see.

But Bruce understood what Jody meant and couldn't help but cough.

Jody spoke softly, "You can let me take care of you for one night, right?"

Only then did Martin realize he was the third wheel, handed the bag to Bruce, and said, "I've got things to do; I'm off."

Bruce had no choice but to get into Jody's sedan.

It wasn't until Martin drove out of the underground parking lot in a brand-new Escalade that Jody started her car.

Bruce moved his arm a little, "We agreed, just staying at your place for one night."

Jody revealed a mysterious smile, "Old Cloth, I'll take good care of you."

Bruce sensed something wasn't quite right, "I'm a patient!"

"You don't have to exert yourself or move," Jody drove off, "I've been focusing on squats in my recent workouts."

Bruce's gaze swept over the driver's seat and remarked, "I don't see any results."

Jody said resentfully, "What beauty is there to talk about if it gets too big!"

Bruce told the truth, "Your pelvis won't hurt."

Jody was so annoyed that she didn't want to talk anymore. So many people envied her figure!

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After leaving the hospital parking lot, Martin received a call from Thomas and went directly to the WMA headquarters in Century City.

Upon entering Thomas's office, there was a woman with long black hair in addition to Thomas.

"Hi Martin, I'm Clara." The red bodycon dress especially accentuated Clara's figure, which seemed explosive enough to burst at any moment, "I came to Los Angeles right after signing with WMA."

Martin nodded politely, shook her hand, and offered a courtesy, "Welcome to Los Angeles."

Thomas's former assistant Natasha chimed in, "I'm now Clara's agent."

Martin looked at Clara, "Can you sing and dance?"

"I'm very good at singing and dancing; over there, it's a fundamental skill for a performer." After signing with WMA, Clara felt like she had entered heaven, because compared to the contracts back home, the ones here were more than just relaxed.

On the first contract, an agency could only sign a talent for one year, and their commission was capped at a maximum of ten percent.

This was something she could hardly imagine before.

To Natasha, Martin said, "Take her to Disney Studio tomorrow morning. The 'La La Land' team is looking for an audition director. They still need a few minority ethnic actors who are good at singing and dancing."

"Okay, we'll head over first thing in the morning," Natasha signaled Clara with a glance, "We should go now."

Clara wasn't new to the entertainment industry and, although she had more to say, she held back and followed Natasha out of the office.

Natasha checked the time and said, "We have a lot to do today. Where are you staying? Do you need to rent a place? Also, go for a medical checkup."

Clara, who had previously studied in America, spoke fluent English, "I rented the house in advance, shall we go for a medical check-up first?"

This kind of thing is very common in the entertainment industry over there.

In the office, Martin and Thomas talked about the Joker project for a bit.

Both were mentally prepared for some twists and turns, given the management team of Warner Bros.

About fifteen minutes later, Georgia, the market representative for Cadillac in Los Angeles, entered Thomas's office.

After shaking hands with Martin and Thomas, he took out some documents and said, "I'm here mainly for two things. The first is to handle the procedures for the new car delivery. This time, Cadillac has provided Martin with three bulletproof vehicles, two of which are Escalades and one is the latest flagship sedan. The cars have been delivered to Beverly Hills."

Martin had already received calls from Lily and Elizabeth; the cars were fine and they had even added enhancements to the bulletproofing.

This was one of the reasons he hadn't considered a Tesla endorsement deal—the lithium batteries were too prone to explosions.

After Thomas read the contract carefully, Martin signed it.

Georgia then said, "The other thing is, Cadillac would like to buy back that shot-up Escalade..."

"No problem," Martin wasn't one to quibble over such matters. "You don't have to buy it back. The car is currently with the LAPD. Once they're done with sampling, you can take it away anytime."

Georgia replied, "Alright, I'll communicate with the LAPD to get the car back as soon as possible." He smiled and said, "This is a significant promotional and marketing tool for high-end vehicles."

First a collision, then gunfire—the Escalade proved its bulletproofing in real combat!

Not just Georgia, but everyone at Cadillac felt that signing Martin as the global brand ambassador was totally worth it.

An annual endorsement fee of 16 million US dollars was bringing returns like this—there weren't many others around the world who could achieve the same.

Cadillac had already started discussions internally about employing Martin as the brand's lifetime spokesperson, like Coca-Cola had done.

After Georgia left, Martin also stepped out of the office.

On the bench outside, Blake Lively, dressed in very fashionable attire, was sitting and scrolling through her phone.

Martin walked over and sat beside her, asking, "What are you up to?"

Blake responded, "I just took a few selfies, getting ready to post on Twitter." She flipped her phone to show Martin the screen, "My followers on Twitter and Instagram both have exceeded 5 million."

Martin gave her a thumbs-up, "You're pretty amazing."

Blake shrugged, "I've noticed something lately. When I was dating you, everything went smoothly for me, and it was during that time that I truly rose to fame. After we broke up, my career hit a standstill. After 'Gossip Girl,' I haven't had a hit show, and I've had to keep attention with gossip and fashion."

Martin joked, "That's a pretty interesting path too. You could set up a team specialized in managing social media with fashion, fitness, and gossip as the main content and become America's number one gossip sect hierarch."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Blake blinked and said, "Gossip Sect Hierarch? That actually sounds like a good idea."

She wrapped her arm around Martin's and pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Take a selfie with me, will you let me borrow your cool for a bit, please?"

Martin replied, "Don't overdo it."

Blake opened her phone camera, leaned her body onto Martin, tilted her head towards him, and showed a radiant smile, "Cheese!"

Martin sportingly smiled for the camera.

After checking the photo, Blake said, "Not pretty enough, let's do it again."

She took four takes before she was satisfied with the photo, then hurriedly uploaded it to Twitter, adding a caption—My ex gave me a nickname, calls me the Gossip Sect Hierarch, should I accept it?

After posting, Blake turned to Martin, "Hurry up and retweet it for me."

As Martin retweeted, she also posted on Instagram.

In just a short while, Blake received a bunch of responses.

She didn't reply but continued talking to Martin, "Come over to my place tonight? I'm living alone now."

Martin shook his head, "I'll be heading home in a bit."

Blake understood, "Girlfriend's home, not on a trip."

Martin replied, "You know quite a bit."

"Burbank Middle School incident, Elizabeth and I were both involved," Blake reminisced. "Back then, she was just a little girl."

She stretched, "I originally thought she would get into the entertainment industry, but she went into business instead—major shareholder of the clothing brand The Row and cosmetics brand The+Mannei."

Martin casually said, "Maybe she didn't want to mix in the same circle as me."

Blake responded, "Maybe out of sight means out of mind." She quickly changed the subject, "Last time in Boston, you said you would help me find a suitable role."

After thinking for a moment, Martin said, "Wait a bit longer, or you could make a cameo in 'John Wick 3.' There are two major female characters in it. One, like Jonathan, is a dog lover, and the other is really cool, which you might like. You know Chad; just go to the Disney Studio and audition for it."

"I'll go check it out tomorrow," Blake already had Chad's contact details, but her curiosity was piqued by Martin's suggestion to wait, "What are you asking me to wait for?"

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Martin pointed at her iPhone, "Manage your social media accounts well, become a real Gossip Sect Hierarch. When you have enough real followers on social media, it shouldn't be difficult to succeed with a suitable project with you as the absolute lead."

Blake pondered over it, feeling there was some truth to it, stood up and said, "I'm going to discuss it with my agent and set up a professional team right away to manage social media."

She had barely taken two steps out before hurrying back, whispering into Martin's ear, "How about we head to the restroom?"

Martin pressed on her face and pushed her back, "Let's talk about that another day, go do the right thing."