America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 811 - 804: The Licking Dog Has Nothing

Beverly Hills, Charlize Theron's home.

Upstairs, Martin sat behind a window near the stairs, from which he could clearly see Charlize Theron in the living room on the first floor, as well as Stuart Townsend, who came pleading desperately.

The latter had puffy eyes and a gaunt frame, was out of spirits, and looked strikingly harried compared to Charlize Theron, who glowed after being well-cared for.

"I'm sorry, Sally, I'm a jerk," Townsend said with a look of decay, begging, "It's all my fault! I was wrong! Let's get back together."

Charlize's expression was tight, she didn't say a word, appearing very displeased.

Townsend's gaze swept over a portrait of the two still hanging on the living room wall, inexplicably gaining some confidence as he said, "During this time, I realized that the only person I have ever loved, and still love, is you. Without you, my life is worse than death!"

Without a big villa to live in, no luxury car to drive, no one giving him money to spend every week, no easy job, no top lawyer to deal with all kinds of trouble, constantly hassled by that Tony, even living became a problem.

It would have been okay if he hadn't experienced a life of luxury, but having lived through it, how could he manage now?

It was not until today that Townsend realized how precious his laid-back lifestyle had been, something many men could only dream of.

And it was none other than Charlize Theron who had been supporting him!

Townsend glanced at the portrait by the stairwell, his confidence swelled again, "I know you're just playing with that Martin Davis, it's not serious. No matter what he's like, could he compare to our ten years together?"

When Charlize first hooked up with Martin, she thought that ten years with Townsend were not as pleasurable as one night with Martin.

Her view remained the same now.

"There's no need for you to say more." She radiated an icy chill from head to toe, "You can leave."

Townsend knew Charlize well, aware that she was very unhappy now, but it seemed not directed at him, he cautiously asked, "What happened?"

Charlize didn't answer, her eyes fell on the coffee table.

Townsend, who had suffered and struggled, now turned into a super sycophant and immediately picked up the newspaper to read.

The entire page of the newspaper was about last night's Oscar ceremony, but there wasn't much about Charlize Theron.

Townsend was puzzled at first, then saw the song that Seth MacFarlane had sung, and upon seeing the entire lyrics in a section below, he understood.

"Because of this bastard?" Townsend pointed at MacFarlane's song and asked.

Charlize didn't respond, but her expression grew grimmer.

Townsend immediately understood and thought about what he should do.

Charlize was very bitchy. "I'm in a very bad mood today, I don't want to talk about romantic matters, you can leave!" she stood up ready to open the door, "We can talk about this some other day when I'm in a better mood."

Townsend clenched his teeth, "Fine, we'll talk when you're in a good mood, I'll leave now."

Charlize kept her eyes on him.

When Townsend left, he got into a battered Toyota of unknown ownership and left the familiar mansion.

He felt slightly better than when he arrived.

Thinking of the portraits hanging on the living room wall, the portraits at the turn of the staircase that haven't been moved, Townsend felt as if he saw hope for reunion, saw the laid-back luxurious life beckoning to him again.

If not for lingering feelings, why would Charlize keep hanging their portraits?

The signal was too obvious!

Townsend left Sunset Boulevard North District and made several calls in succession, soon getting the news.

Seth MacFarlane, who had just hosted the Oscars, was now highly topical, with many paparazzi keeping tabs on him.

Charlize was in a bad mood now, the reason being MacFarlane's vulgar song from last night. The newly minted sycophant Townsend decided to teach MacFarlane a lesson to make Charlize's mood a bit better.

Once he confirmed MacFarlane's address, he started the car and drove over.

A nondescript Volkswagen followed leisurely, the driver in the passenger seat dialed Bruce's number.

A few minutes later, Bruce picked up Martin and Charlize in a van and chased after Townsend's car.

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Charlize asked, "He can understand the hints I've given, right?"

Martin replied, "It's not about whether he understands or not, it's about whether he's willing to be a sycophant."

"I couldn't know him better," Charlize said, looking back after getting involved with Martin and realizing her own naivety, thinking Townsend such a man, she actually put up with him for so many years, "He's very prideful, mediocre in ability, likes to indulge, apart from the former fool Charlize Theron, where else could he find such an opportunity for a free ride?"

Martin suddenly thought of Jolie and Aniston, saying, "Indeed, once a former wife or fiancée turns love into hate, it's terrifying!"

Charlize asked, "Is that why you don't want to get married or engaged?"

"Because I'm responsible," Martin said.

It wasn't long before Townsend's Toyota appeared ahead.

Charlize tilted her head to look, "In the last few years together, he had no income to speak of, yet he spent tens of millions of dollars, I just want to recoup some interest!"

Martin took out his phone, "Shall we invite a few people to watch the show?"

Charlize nodded, "As you please."

Martin dialed Nicholson's number, "Jack, come out quickly, there's drama to watch, you'll miss out if you're too late."

Nicholson asked for the rough address, "Wait for me, I'll be there in a flash."

Martin then called Leonardo.

Leonardo, already influenced by Martin and Nicholson, hurried over, leaving behind a blonde, leggy model.

Along the way, Townsend stopped his car, entered a Chinese restaurant, and came out carrying a bucket, which he placed in the trunk.

As noon approached, the Toyota stopped outside a shop on Santa Monica 7th Street.

Bruce, driving the minivan, paused for a moment at the previous intersection, and Leonardo got into the car first.

After a short wait, Nicholson and Lorraine walked over from the other side and got into the minivan as well.

Martin glanced at the Toyota and said, "Get closer."

Lorraine opened the bag she was carrying on her back, took out a DV camera, and quickly adjusted the lens.

Charlize was curious, "Why are you carrying a camera?"

Laughing, Lorraine said, "I freelance as a journalist on the side, shooting some gossip news to make some extra cash; money's been tight these last couple of years."

Still not getting it, Charlize looked at Nicholson and then at Martin, "What's going on?"

Martin explained simply, "Don't be fooled by Lorraine's part-time gig – she's actually behind many of the hottest news stories."

Lorraine, not without showing off, said, "Amber Heard's scoop, Emma Watson's scoop..."

She suddenly realized something was wrong, "Why are all the exclusive stories I get so flavorful?"

Leonardo chimed in, "Because the scoundrels stirring up trouble are all full of flavor."

Martin and Nicholson both flipped Leonardo the bird simultaneously.

Charlize, quite intrigued, sized up the group; there were many rumors about the Trio of Scoundrels in the industry, and now she could see they indeed resembled three idiots.

Martin patted Lorraine on the shoulder and pointed towards the Toyota, "The main character is getting out."

Townsend got out of the Toyota, standing by the trunk and smoking a cigarette.

Right behind him was a Lexus.

Lorraine cracked the car window slightly, pointed the camera lens in that direction, now as skilled as any paparazzo weaving through the streets of Los Angeles.

Leonardo gave a heads-up, "Here comes someone."

Everyone turned to look in that direction.

Out of the shop facing the street, as MacFarlane stepped out, a few paparazzi started snapping pictures of him.

Having just hosted the Oscar ceremony and delivered a classic performance, he was at the height of his popularity.

Townsend glanced over, confirmed his target, tossed his cigarette butt, stamped it out, opened the trunk of the Toyota, and carrying a bucket, strode towards MacFarlane.

The two paparazzi closest to them suddenly caught a whiff of stench, turned their heads, and saw the bucket in Townsend's hand, instinctively stepping aside.

MacFarlane also smelled the odor and saw Townsend.

This guy mocked others in films, on stage, but was somewhat serious in real life. Without a word, he turned and tried to run back into the shop he'd come from.

Townsend, briefly transformed into a loyal minion, had waited for so long and wasn't about to let him escape. He chased a few steps and hurled the contents of the bucket.

The two weren't far apart, and the liquid flying from the bucket drenched MacFarlane's head and face.

For a moment, red, green, and yellow dripped down from MacFarlane's head.

MacFarlane was stunned on the spot.

Townsend yelled, "This is for Charlize Theron!"

Flashlights went off around them.

MacFarlane tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the stench on him induced vomiting, and he made retching sounds.

Townsend, having not been under the spotlight for a long time, thought of the vigorous feminist movement in Los Angeles and loudly declared, "This is for all the women you've insulted!"

On the minivan, Charlize shaking her head after hearing the commotion, "Even the kept man learns to buff himself up!"

Martin couldn't help laughing and said, "You should avoid seeing him for a while."

Charlize responded, "I'm leaving North America for a shoot, might not be back in Los Angeles for half a year."

Townsend, on the other side, had already gotten into his car to leave.

Lorraine turned off the camera and remarked, "There's another flavorful story!" She took out her phone and dialed a number, "Big news, Seth MacFarlane was splashed with trash by feminists right on the street, interested?"

The other end immediately answered, "Meet at the usual spot."

After Townsend's Toyota left, Bruce started the minivan and they too departed the scene.

As for what happened next, that was no longer their concern.

Martin flipped through his phone contacts to Kate Winslet and made a call, "Check TMZ in a bit, Seth MacFarlane's misfortunes – it's going to be a blast."

On the other end, Kate said, "Martin, did you avenge me? Thank you so much, too bad you're out of my league now…"

Charlize deliberately muttered, "Lose some weight."

Martin glared at her.

Charlize didn't care in the slightest.

Kate hung up the phone.

On the way back, Lorraine got out of the car by herself.

As Martin and his party entered Beverly Hills, TMZ had already published the video news of MacFarlane getting doused.

The high ground of online public opinion was immediately occupied by feminists – no one sympathized with MacFarlane, instead, he was met with an onslaught of mockery.