America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

It was getting late, and Martin was ready to leave. To him, such an art party was not fun at all, far less interesting than parties in Hollywood.

Everyone was acting like a civilized person, which halved the fun.

Before leaving, Alexandra came over and asked, "Aren't you calling your friend?"

"Mene? Never mind him," Martin glanced at where Mene was. "He made a new friend, seems quite famous."

Alexandra also looked in that direction and said, "The person he's talking to is Celine Dion."

Mene was standing in front of a sculpture with Celine Dion, chatting away enthusiastically, while she was prompted to laugh from time to time by Mene's jokes.

The forty-year-old Celine Dion was right in the age range that Mene was best at seducing.

Martin definitely wouldn't disturb his old pal and said, "Let's go."

Alexandra and Catherine followed Martin out the door, and as they reached the foyer, the latter nudged the former and gave a meaningful glance.

It was as if saying, "If you're not going to make a move, I will."

"My driver went to pick up my father and might take a while to get here." Alexandra walked with a marked bounce in her step, causing her to constantly jiggle, giving the impression that she was always living in an earthquake.

She looked at Martin pleadingly, "Could we get a lift in your car for a bit?"

Martin, being a principled and kindhearted person, certainly wouldn't refuse, and replied, "No problem."

But Catherine took out her phone and waved it, saying, "Don't worry about me, a classmate called me, she'll be passing by here in a bit and will take me along."

She added, "She drives a two-seater sports car, so it can only fit two people."

Alexandra gave a piece of advice and followed Martin out the door, getting into the Cadillac that Bruce had driven over.

Martin asked, "Where do you live? Which area of Manhattan?"

Instead of answering, Alexandra leaned back fully in her seat and stretched lazily.

The highest peak in North America was thus altered.

She suggested, "It's still early, how about we find a place to have a drink?"

Martin always considered others, so when a question was posed, he sought to resolve it: "I have an apartment in the Upper East Side, there are a few bottles of good wine there. The apartment overlooks the whole of Central Park, how about we go there for a drink?"

Alexandra responded, "Sure, admiring the beautiful scenery and tasting the wine, that's so romantic."

Martin remembered that after Lily bought the apartment, he had her stock the wine cabinet.

Fifth Avenue was not far from Central Park, and the car quickly arrived at the apartment Martin had purchased. They entered the building, and Martin used his card to take the private elevator upstairs.

When the door opened, Martin found that everything here was brand new and tidy clean; it must have been cleaned by Lily before she left.

Tonight was bound to be a mess, and Martin was wondering if he should call Lily to fly over and clean the house tomorrow?

That seemed a bit inconsiderate.

In the end, Martin gave up on that idea.

"What a beautiful house!" Alexandra walked out of the foyer, through the spacious living room, opened the electric curtains, and what appeared before her eyes was the night view of Central Park.

Martin had only seen photos of the house, and it was his first time here too. He found the wine cabinet and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Alexandra's mind wasn't on drinking at all and said, "Let's have a glass of red wine."

Martin grabbed a bottle of Bordeaux, two wine glasses, and came to the small round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Without much fuss, he opened the wine and poured a glass for each.

Alexandra pulled out a chair and sat opposite Martin. She raised her red wine and asked, "It must have been hard to get a house here, right?"

"Very difficult, it took several years," Martin replied without exaggeration. If he counted from when he hooked up with Jolie, just dealing with Pitt took over three years.

Without knocking Pitt down, how could Pitt sell the house here, and he wouldn't have had the chance to get it at a super-low price.

Alexandra praised, "Martin, you are a very persistent person."

"Patience is not bad," Martin clinked his glass with hers lightly: "To our meeting."

Alexandra took a delicate sip of red wine, and after setting down the glass, she began to squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

Martin asked with concern, "Is the chair uncomfortable?"

"No," Alexandra slightly shook her head, seeming a bit embarrassed to explain, and then shifted slightly in her seat.

Martin stood up, intentionally saying, "I'll get a new chair."

Alexandra quickly stopped him: "It has nothing to do with the chair, it's a problem with me."

Thinking of her sister, who was always ready to party, she spoke in a low voice: "A strap has dug in inside, and the dress is so form-fitting, it's hard to adjust and a bit uncomfortable."

Martin's first reaction was to look at the single strap of her red gown, not noticing any issues; was it something at the chest?

The girl obviously needed help, and the ever-helpful Martin immediately offered, "Is there anything I can do?"

"The dress is too tight, I'll loosen it a bit," Alexandra stood up too: "You help me pull the strap out."

Without waiting for Martin's response, she stood up and started pulling down the zipper under her armpit.

The bright red formal dress came loose and fell to the wooden floor.

It was an extremely form-fitting dress she wore, even the intimate apparel beneath was carefully chosen to leave no marks.

Martin couldn't help being slightly startled.

Alexandra, like a dancer, made a turn and said, "You see, the straps are all digging in, it's really uncomfortable. Can you help me pull them out?"

Faced with such a girl, Martin was always happy to immerse himself in helping with such matters, of course.

In the tugging and pulling, Martin extracted the straps, which, after snapping, were hung to dry on the towering peak.

That day, Martin first climbed Mount Everest and left his mark at its highest altitude.

Then, he ventured deep into the Mariana Trench, exploring the deepest depths of the Pacific's valley, but due to a mishap, caused the deep-submergence vehicle to leak oil, leaving behind a stain.

With both mountain climbing and sea exploration in a short span of time, Martin enjoyed himself immensely.

However, when it came to sleep, he was extremely cautious, politely declining Alexandra's invitation and keeping his distance from the peak.

It was nothing personal; having been previously oppressed by the peak and coming to North America, Martin believed that if he suffocated another time, he wouldn't have such an opportunity again.

With Alexandra's magnitude, suffocating someone would be all too easy.

The next morning, when Martin woke up, he found that Alexandra had already gotten up and not only tidied the bedroom but had also cleaned the living room.

Whether she had other intentions or not, these actions were at least pleasing to the eye.

When Lily made her wine purchases, she also prepared clothing. Though Martin's clothes were always well-fitted, the women's clothes here were all one size, which made Alexandra feel particularly constrained in the chest and hips.

After freshening up, Martin said, "Today is the weekend, let's go shopping on Fifth Avenue."

The two had breakfast, then got into a Cadillac from the garage and headed straight for the branded stores on Fifth Avenue.

Back when Martin was poor, he was extremely stingy, claiming his gifts were handmade.

But once he truly had money, Martin was generous, never skimping on spending.

If you want to enjoy yourself, spending money is fundamental.

Martin took Alexandra on a shopping spree, buying everything from Chanel's fashion to Hermes bags to Cartier jewelry—a six-figure sum gone in half a day.

In the afternoon, they returned to his apartment.

The two of them sat together on the same single-seat sofa.
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The TV in the living room, turned on, was broadcasting the latest geological disaster news.

"We have just received the latest news: a major earthquake has occurred on the Mariana Islands; the highest volcano, Twin Peaks, is shaking violently, and with an eruption imminent, the snow on the white mountaintops has melted, causing the peaks to swell, and the flowing lava has stained the tops red."

"It is reported that the epicenter is located in the deepest part of the Mariana Trench. The intense tremors have caused continuous cracking and contraction of the trench, and the pressurized seawater has bubbled and boiled over onto the coast, drawing continuous shrill cries from nearby seabirds. This disaster is lasting a long time and there are no signs of it stopping yet..."

Annoyed by the noise of the TV, Martin fumbled for the remote control and turned it off.

Before evening, Alexandra received a call from home and had to leave.

Martin drove her back.

When the Cadillac stopped in front of an apartment building, she prepared to get out.

Before leaving the car, Alexandra shared another passionate kiss with Martin and after a lengthy embrace, she said, "Whenever you want to find me, just call me. Even if you're in Los Angeles, I'll come to you as fast as I can."

Martin took a brand-new iPhone from the back seat and handed it to Alexandra, saying, "This is for you."

Alexandra kissed him again, then got out of the car with several shopping bags, stood at the apartment building entrance, and waved to Martin.

Martin honked the horn and then drove away.

Alexandra carried the bags upstairs, opened the door to her home, and went inside; she had moved out on her own after turning 21.

Of course, her parents lived in a nearby building.

"You're back?" Catherine ran out from the side room, her face flushed from drinking too much wine.

Alexandra frowned, "Where did you go for a party? You've been drinking on the sly again."

Catherine laughed and hugged her sister, "That's why I rushed over to your place—I'm crashing here tonight."

For some girls, the stricter the parental discipline, the more rebellious they become. Catherine asked, "Looks like you had a good time?"

Alexandra put away the things she had brought and said, "If you can't speak properly, shut your mouth—I'll treat you like you're mute."

Catherine sat on the sofa, full of gossip, "Come on, tell me, was it strong?"

Alexandra didn't want to entertain her.

Catherine persisted, "We're sisters, you should share the good stuff."

Alexandra turned around, leaned in close to Catherine with an oppressive air, and warned, "I'm telling you, don't mess around."

Catherine nodded subconsciously, "I got it."

Alexandra had to guard against fire, theft, and her sister.