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When Lai Naxi, this effeminate guy, opened his mouth, Ernst almost sprayed champagne onto the other man's meticulously styled curly hair.

Who would have thought that the man in front of you, who speaks with a delicate, effeminate gesture, is actually the first assistant to David Greenblatt, one of the founders of Endeavour Brokers?

Even more surreal is that he was actually in love with the other person.

This time, he came to act as Jessica Alba's protector.

He gestured wildly, saying, "Jessica only sleeps five hours a day, and she even practices her lines while taking a dump. This girl has the American Dream, and she'll definitely achieve it."

"The American Dream?" Ernst raised an eyebrow. "In Hollywood, you can trade your ass for the dream."

Swirling the wine glass, the ice cubes clinked crisply. "Smart and hardworking? Which of the actresses here doesn't study acting during the day and sex positions at night? Beauty? It's just a key card that lets you swipe into the VIP area of ​​a nightclub."

"But Jessica is different. Her hard work, her looks, her emotional intelligence—she has all the necessary qualities to become a top actress. Hollywood is full of women who sell their bodies, but how many of them succeed?"

Ernst frowned. "What does this have to do with me?"

"I hope you can let her off the hook," Nash said with a very sincere expression. "Now, let alone important roles, she won't even get a chance to audition for minor roles. Overnight, she's been ostracized by the entire Hollywood, like someone with AIDS."

Ernst could have foreseen this outcome. The entertainment industry is very realistic; no one would offend Ernst, a Hollywood mogul, for such a minor role.

Although he didn't make any public statements, the outcome was already predetermined when he took over MGM.

"And I've already had her issue a statement saying that all of this was just Jessica being used."

Seeing that Ernst remained expressionless and his demeanor did not change, the other party continued, "Fame comes at a price, and we all know that."

This was already a hint, and Ernst was indeed somewhat tempted. After all, this was Jessica Alba, and in his previous life, he had only heard of her fierce and resolute image.

"I must say, you are a responsible agent."

As expected of one of the top five in the future, this sense of responsibility towards clients makes it hard not to win the favor of artists in this impersonal entertainment industry.

"Three years, available whenever needed."

When Ernst uttered those words, Lainasi's face instantly lit up as if it had been illuminated by a searchlight. He thanked him repeatedly, looking as happy as a gambler who had just won the lottery.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Ernst. I will personally take her to apologize."

Naxi emphasized the words "apology" heavily, clearly understanding Ernst's meaning.

No wonder people say that after you achieve success, you're surrounded by good people. This feeling made Ernst feel really good.

After the effeminate man swayed away, Ernst wandered to the quiet poolside in the backyard and was nearly given a heart attack by the commotion in the bushes.

Craig, the fat man, was seen lurking suspiciously in the shadows, and Ernst's expression after seeing him clearly was priceless.

"You better not touch me again, or I'll kick you away."

Upon recognizing Ernst's voice, Greg's back visibly relaxed, followed by a large shudder.

She turned around and said, "You scared me! Do you know that people can scare each other to death?"

Ernst felt a wave of nausea. Looking at the pants the other man had just pulled up, he unconsciously took two steps back.

"This is Hollywood, full of beautiful women. With your current status, why would you need to take care of yourself? Wouldn't it be better to find a young model?"

"Shh!" the other person told Ernst to keep his voice down. "I'm making preparations for battle."

"Get a hammer ready."

Seeing that Greg was putting his right hand, which he had just used for work, to his mouth, Ernst took two steps back and looked at him with disdain.

"You don't know anything."

Craig beckoned mysteriously with his finger, as if to say, "Come here," but Ernst remained unmoved.

Ernst had already planned his escape route because of that lewd look on his face, fearing that the flying stick might come at any moment.

"Men need to save up their ammunition and release it early to last longer! Many Hollywood bigwigs do this."

Ernst found this logic utterly disgusting and couldn't bring himself to compliment it.

She quickly sent him away, then found a recliner and lay down to rest for a while.

No sooner had I closed my eyes than a splashing sound broke the silence.

When I opened my eyes, five bikini-clad koi suddenly emerged from the pool, each one wriggling like a freshly oiled screw, their buttocks splashing water everywhere.

The most amazing one was that hot girl with at least an E-cup, whose bikini fabric was so thin that every breath she took seemed like she was tug-of-war with gravity.

"A life of debauchery and debauchery?" Ernst muttered to himself, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "They're all quite something, always finding an opportunity."

He picked up a cherry from the fruit bowl next to him, shook it, and squatted down by the pool, as if he were giving a command.

"Four rounds, whoever gets to eat first, I'll give them an audition opportunity."

Seeing the group exchanging bewildered glances, still maintaining their composure, Ernst chuckled softly.

"10, 9, 8..."

Upon hearing Ernst call out the number, all restraint was instantly forgotten, and everyone gathered around Ernst, awaiting his signal.

As soon as the word "1" was shouted, five gracefully curved bodies jumped into the water in unison, swimming like dumplings being dropped into a pot, even more energetically than Olympic athletes.

The pool was quite large, about 200 meters long for four round trips, and the first person to arrive was a girl with a pure and innocent appearance.

She is petite, has a face that perfectly fits Eastern beauty standards, and looks to be about the same age as Jessica.

However, she knew how to win a man's heart; her slender lips not only ate the cherry, but also took Ernst's finger into her mouth.

Ernst could clearly feel his index finger being gently and nimbly stirred in the other person's mouth, like dancing the tango, making his heart itch and unconsciously conjuring up certain images.

He withdrew his finger and stroked the other person's cheek, a nonchalant look on his face. "What's your name?"

"Jennifer, Jennifer Hewitt."

Due to the angle, Jennifer's upward gaze appeared somewhat unfocused, yet undeniably alluring.

"I've got it. Go back and hone your acting skills. I'll give you a chance."

Seeing the girls' lingering excitement and their obvious expectation that he would start another competition, Ernst simply got up and left, without taking the winner with him.

It's not that I'm pretending to be a gentleman; I really do have plans for tonight.

As Frank passed by the front yard, he was still talking to people from 20th Century Fox, the light reflecting off the champagne glass illuminating the sneer on Ernst's lips.

The tug-of-war over the Iron Man copyright has only just begun, but Ernst is already determined to win it.

20th Century Fox is unlikely to offer a high price for Iron Man, so the copyright battle is a foregone conclusion.

Frank thought the highest bidder would win? He miscalculated.