America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The ranch's farmhouse was large enough, and with Morgan Freeman's wealth, multiple buildings were connected together, both spacious and decent.

On the third floor of one of the small buildings, Michel stood by the window, watching as Martin and Bruce got out of their car and were welcomed into the largest villa by Morgan Freeman.

Lynch next to her said, "The plan is going smoothly, Morgan has invited Martin over, now it's up to our staff."

Michel said, "A lustful playboy, faced with a swarm of beauties, what choice will he make?"

Lynch asked, "Are we being too conservative?"

"Morgan Freeman is right; Martin Davis is no ordinary man." Michel adjusted the actual plan based on some information she had gathered: "I had people looking for a long time and found no trace of Martin Davis touching those things. There were even reports about him in the newspapers years ago when he had a gunfight with a dealer in Atlanta."

A smile curled up at the corner of her mouth: "Corrupting a person is not done in one day. First lure him with beautiful women, get him interested in the company, become our client, and then, at the right moment, introduce other services."

Lynch understood that the boss valued Martin highly, using the strategy reserved for attracting big political customers.

Inside the main house of the ranch, Martin was surrounded by beauties.

Counting him and Bruce, there were only eight men, but more than twenty women.

There were all types of hair and skin colors, all with pretty faces and explosive figures.

Even the few Asian women did not have squinty eyes, flat noses, or freckled faces.

The aesthetic standard of ordinary men is not much different.

Morgan Freeman introduced Martin to a few other people, Steve Cavill, Jim Caviezel, and so on, all of whom were veteran supporting actors in Hollywood.

But they were all busy, just waving at Martin, with their hands and mouths occupied with other activities.

Martin brought gifts, somewhat surprised, as he thought Morgan Freeman's commemorative party for his time in film would be very formal.

Of course, it was formal now, in keeping with the typical Hollywood party style.

Morgan Freeman took the gift from Martin and handed it to a girl with chocolate-colored skin on the side.

This girl had a super explosive figure but also a super doll-like face...

"Today is a special day, and I want to commemorate it properly, you all can make yourselves at home," Morgan Freeman pointed to the second and third floors: "There are many suites up there, feel free to use any that are open."

He clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, and shouted loudly, "Lovely ladies, we have another esteemed guest here, please give him a warm welcome!"

For Martin, this was a small scene.

As if by an unspoken agreement, three beautiful women immediately approached Martin.

One had auburn hair, the other two were blonde.

All three had great figures and sat down next to Martin. The redhead took care of pouring the drinks, while the two blondes squeezed themselves against him.

Martin, who was experienced, chatted up the women and quickly understood their situations.

The redhead was named Malena Morgan, tall and fit with the right curves in all the right places.

The blonde on the left was named Nicky, looking no older than twenty, a typical pale and slender type.

The blonde on the right was named Mia Malkova, a Western-style bouncy ball and sea horse.

It was clear that the host, Morgan Freeman, had made a thoughtful selection, preparing three entirely different styles.

Martin was just adept at chatting and bantering with the three women.

Soon, some people downstairs began to leave one after another, heading to the second floor.

Dressed in white, Malena Morgan leaned in and said, "It's getting messy here, shall we go upstairs?"

Martin stood up and said, "Sure."

The three went upstairs together, with Bruce following behind.

The second floor was crowded, so Martin simply went up to the third floor.

Mia glanced back at Bruce and asked, "We're playing a game, does your bodyguard need to follow too?"

Martin pointed to a room in front: "You go ahead first."

The girls left, and he waited for Bruce to come over and asked, "You got it with you?"

Bruce indicated the hidden camera on his chest: "Don't worry."

He warned Martin, "I just checked, there's no medical report, so be careful."

Sometimes, Martin was overly cautious: "Just a little game."

Martin did not know Malena Morgan and Mia Malkova, but the youngest one, Nicky, with that Eastern European look—Martin had a vague recollection of once having a teacher well-versed in the art.

He wouldn't dare fool around with someone like that.

Martin entered the room and saw a deck of playing cards on the table, a perfect opportunity for a card game.

Seeing Bruce following in, Mia wanted to speak but held back; with one more person, it didn't matter, they were not intimidated.

Martin opened the deck of cards and said, "Ladies, let's play cards together."

Seeing him seriously shuffling the cards, Malena thought, are you a serious man? In times like this, you play this kind of poker? Even though both can slap hard, isn't the other kind of poker more fun?

Nicky, although she had just turned eighteen, had seen many scenes and immediately suggested, "How about this, whoever loses takes off a piece of clothing?"

Martin was very formal, "That's not very appropriate, is it?"

Malena said, "I agree!"

Mia nodded, "That's a good idea!"

Nicky looked at Martin, "Now it's three to one, the minority must follow the majority."

Martin was helpless, "Alright, I'll listen to you guys."

The four of them started playing Texas Hold'em.

Bruce stood in the corner, his position allowed him to see everyone.

Martin's poker skills were clearly better, and Malena's trio was intentionally losing. After several rounds of poker, they quickly looked like cavewomen.

Seeing Martin appreciating them but not making further moves, Malena suggested, "We've got nothing left to take off, how about if we lose again, each of us performs a dance?"

Mia and Nicky expressed their agreement in succession.

Martin could only respect the majority's opinion.

After another round of poker, Malena turned on the music, came to a space in the room facing Martin, and performed a fiery hot dance.

Upstairs in another building, Michel glanced at his watch, looking slightly anxious.

Hurried footsteps sounded as Lynch, who had left earlier, quickly came up from downstairs and said, "I just asked around, Martin went up to the third floor with Malena, Nicky, and Mia, and they entered the same room."

Michel couldn't help but laugh, "That's great."
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Lynch said, "The first step was a complete success. Given Martin's lecherousness, he could not refuse. The three of them have different styles and characteristics, and there's always one that is Martin's type."

"Once there's a first time, there will be a second time, and then countless times," Michel, who had conducted this kind of business too often, understood the mindset of customers, "Next time, we can try getting them to invite Martin to their place, and then to ours..."

Lynch said, "Apart from Depp, we have a new big client."

Hollywood celebrities' money was much easier to earn than that of politicians. The former were extremely generous and did not care about overpaying, while the latter always liked to quibble over every detail.

Lynch had seen how, pleased with excellent service, Hollywood star Charlie Sheen once gifted Michel an expensive painting!

Others like Johnny Depp were straightforward when settling accounts.

Lynch had heard that Martin Davis was also a generous guy, giving gifts to cast and crew members every time he joined a film production.

In the main building of the villa, Morgan Freeman had long since come out of the ground floor bedroom and sat on the sofa, taking deep breaths.

At his age, it was impossible not to feel old.

The other guests who had left earlier, one after another, returned to the living room with their girls.

Soon, the only ones missing were Martin and his company.

Many looked towards the third floor and silently lamented the benefits of youth.

But then they thought about the fact that it was the famous Hollywood figure Martin Davis up there, and it seemed normal.

In the room on the third floor, Mia, Malena, and Nicky were all sweating profusely, breathing quickly, with heavy breaths and trembling legs as if they were exhausted.

After several rounds of Texas Hold'em and dance after dance, they were spent from the energetic movement necessary to make the dances charming.

In contrast, Martin, sitting on the sofa shuffling cards, had only taken off a coat.

Although he was thrilled by the sight and felt a fire kindled within, Martin, who had experienced scenes with entire groups of Victoria's Secret supermodels, remained as composed as a mountain.

As Martin shuffled the cards again, Malena's thigh muscles twitched violently, her calf muscles as hard as stone. If she danced one more time, she might cramp up, so she hurriedly said, "Martin, how about we call it a day?"

The more voluptuous Mia, perhaps because of her constitution, was sweating profusely. She picked up a bottle of water and guzzled a third of it, "It's so hot."

Nicky, leaning on the sofa, was so tired she didn't want to say a word.

Martin put away the playing cards and suggested, "You're tired and probably hungry, shall we go downstairs to eat something?"

Nicky, with the least fat reserves, nodded repeatedly, "Sounds good!"

As they dressed, Martin beckoned for them to go downstairs together.

Malena, barely managing to dab on lipstick since her lips were dried from sweating too much, took out a business card from her pocket, "This is my contact information, I'm at your beck and call."

Mia and Nicky also handed out similar cards.

Martin pocketed them.

The three ladies were truly exhausted, clutching the handrail as they followed behind Martin, their steps shaky and awkward as they descended the staircase.

Martin, however, was brimming with energy, walking with an extra spring in his step.

The people in the grand hall on the first floor, hearing the noise, looked up towards the stairs in unison.

Morgan Freeman sighed to himself, his combat readiness was just too strong, wasn't it?

Next to him, Steve Cavill whispered, "He took on three, and they're all struggling to walk while he seems so relaxed."

"That's just too exaggerated!" Jim Caviezel said, "Feels like he could take on another three without a problem."

As they turned the corner from the second floor, Malena's legs gave out, almost causing her to fall.

Martin quickly caught her.

Many women below let out an exaggerated murmur of admiration, curious about what had happened upstairs that had exhausted the three youthful girls.