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After entering the suite at Peachtree Hotel, while Elena went to put away her luggage, Lily surreptitiously found Martin.
"There's sothing I need to tell you." She said mysteriously, "I'll help Elena pay back the money she owes for buying the house."
Martin casually asked, "You? You're still studying, where will you get the money to pay it back?"
Lily confidently lifted her head and puffed out her chest, "Don't underestimate people, I've earned a lot of money selling stars and I can work part-ti once I'm in college."
Elena ca out of the room and demanded, "What are you two idiots whispering about? Get the luggage."
Martin picked up two bags and entered the master bedroom of the suite.
Holle was quick to act, heading towards the second largest bedroom. Before he could reach the door, Lily caught up with him, lifted her pristine fist, and thumped him on the head.
She exerted her sisterly tyranny, "Idiot, be aware and go to the smallest room!"
With unreliable parents, the youngest child in the family always ended up being the most pitiable one. Holle didn't dare to protest and obediently went to the third bedroom.
Lily quickly beca frustrated too because Martin and Elena had gone into the master bedroom and hadn't co out since closing the door.
"Shaless!" She fussed with the luggage outside, deliberately making a lot of noise, muttering, "Not even eating dinner, aren't you afraid of exhausting yourselves to cramps?"
Nearly an hour later, Martin and Elena finally ca out of the room, the latter's cheeks flushed, and she had changed her clothes, her earlier frustration almost completely gone.
Lily was dissatisfied, "Are you guys really that eager? I'm starving!"
Martin glanced at his watch, "Let's go, I'll take you guys for a big al."
During the al, they also discussed what kind of house would be suitable to buy.
The dian price for a standalone house in the middle-class neighborhoods of the Atlanta tropolitan area is around 200,000 US Dollars, and if you include poor communities like Clayton, the dian price is naturally even lower, with property taxes currently less than one percent.
Martin simply gave Robert a call, and Robert's current neighborhood, as well as the surrounding blocks, were pretty good. He would accompany Elena and the others to check out houses the next day.
......
In the glitzy and glamorous tropolis, there are always a lot of fun places.
Black actor Shelr and Pratt erged from the bar, having had bad luck today with not scoring chicks, just ending up with a belly full of alcohol.
The cool breeze brought on the intoxication.
Pratt felt hot all over and didn't want to just go back, "Shall we switch places? Find sowhere that doesn't mind my chubbiness?"
Shelr patted his stomach, "You can't hold out after just two days off?"
Having been hanging out with Shelr these days, Pratt said, "Every day on set, I lower my stance, pleasing those big shots, all for a chance that I don't know when will co. Who understands the frustration and depression in my heart? If I don't let it out, I'm going to go crazy!"
"We're all pretty much in the sa boat." Shelr was also a small-ti actor, but unlike him, he had Tyler Perry as his backer, "That's why we need the right way to relieve stress."
Pratt said, "Won are the best way, but unfortunately, my looks aren't well received by the ladies."
Shelr felt the timing was about right and suggested, "I know a great place that's especially relieving, wanna go?"
Pratt had been frequenting various nightspots in Atlanta with Shelr and didn't think too much about it, "What are we waiting for? Let's get moving! Can't just go to sleep alone tonight, otherwise, I'll burst when I have to suck up to Martin tomorrow."
Shelr pulled him into the car and drove south, asking, "I thought you liked Martin?"
Pratt laughed, "How could he not be great? He's with Jolie every day, it's too good! If he'd promote and give a chance to rise up, I'd kneel down and do anything for him. But what have I gotten from all my ass-kissing? Nothing."
Shelr smiled outwardly, but internally he was dismissive.
What was Pratt doing compared to him? For the sake of getting ahead, he was taking the risk of jail ti to do things for Tyler Perry.
Without a special skill set or luck, to get noticed ant paying a hefty price.
"Director Leterrier is a double-dealer. If I looked better, he would have taken the back road with long ago." Pratt didn't mind selling himself; the issue was, being a fat guy ant no rights, wanting to sell and no one buying.
Shelr declared, "We all have it rough, climbing to the top is just too hard."
The car entered the region near South City and stopped in front of an extrely luxurious nightclub, clearly a high-end establishnt.
Pratt comnted, "This place looks expensive?"
After getting out of the car, Shelr replied, "Don't worry, a friend of mine owns it, we can get a discount."
Itchy for so action, Pratt followed him into the nightclub where a black young man in charge ca over to greet them and led them to a private room on the second floor.
The young man asked, "What do you guys want?"
Shelr slapped Pratt's back, "We're all family here, no need for formalities."
Pratt belched, "Chicks, pretty and sexy chicks."
Soon, several beauties entered the room, all seemingly quite young. It's hard to determine specific ages since white and Latina girls develop early and look older than they are.
Shelr wrapped an arm around one and sat down on the sofa.
The remaining three were exactly Pratt's favorite type.
Having spent so many days together, Shelr had already figured out the type Pratt couldn't resist.
Pratt lunged forward and pulled the three girls onto the sofa; he never realized he could move that fast or that his fingers could be so nimble.
In such a situation, not just Pratt, who had actively sought enjoynt, but most n would struggle to resist.
The room quickly turned into a poker den.
This ti Pratt really had a blast, both exhilarated and exhausted.
So when the girls left the private room, he didn't even notice.
A black guy ca in, closed the door of the private room, and nodded to Shelr, "Wake him up."
Shelr went over and slapped Pratt's face a few tis, and seeing that he wasn't waking up, he simply took a bottle of beer and poured it over his head.
Pratt jolted up, about to get angry, but a black hand swung at his face with a whoosh, knocking him down again.
"I'm Fred, the security manager here," Fred said, pulling out a tissue to wipe his hand that was splashed with beer foam.
His left hand, missing parts of his little finger and ring finger, picked up a remote control, "Chris, I want you to do a little favor."
Just as Pratt was trying to get up, he saw Shelr pulling out a gun, aiming it at him.
The alcohol sobered up instantly, and even with his slow wits, he knew he had fallen into soone else's trap.
Fred didn't waste words, he pressed the remote, and the screen in the room showed the footage from just before, the threeso action seed quite stimulating.
Pratt questioned Shelr, "I thought of you as a friend..."
But Fred cut him off, "What about them? They're not even 16 until the second half of the year, and as far as I know, you're over 25 years old. You're not protected by the Roo and Juliet law, I can have them call the cops and accuse you any ti."
Pratt remained silent.
Fred tossed a few docunts related to the girls over, "You can choose to go to jail, or help with one thing. I'm not forcing you."
Pratt believed that Shelr wouldn't dare to shoot.
But he also knew that if the other party called the police, he would be finished.
A small fry like him, who could he expect to co to his rescue?
Pratt asked, "What do you want to do?"
Looking at his severed fingers, Fred rembered sothing from over two years ago, "Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. I hear you're pretty close with Martin Davis, bring him here for so fun."
"You're crazy!" Pratt exclaid, "He's a hero right now..."
Fred cut him off, "If he does the sa thing as you, is he still a hero? Strip away the hero's halo, and he's just a smallti Hollywood actor."
Pratt shook his head, "No, I won't do it."
Fred nodded, dialed the three numbers 911 on his phone, placed it on the coffee table in front of Pratt, then pulled out a bag from behind, opened it, and set it next to him.
Inside the bag was all money, three thick stacks of it.
Fred said, "This is the down paynt; there's twice as much when the job's done, and those three girls will keep you company until you're tired of them."
Pratt fell silent. How could they put soone to such a test!
A few minutes later, Fred went upstairs and t the bespectacled black man in the top-floor office, "Boss, it's done."
On the other side, Tayler Perry said, "Good, the simplest is always the most effective. Get the room ready, I want to make an offer Martin Davis can't refuse."
...
The shooting for the day wasn't over, but Martin and Jolie's scenes for today had been completed.
Both of them entered Martin's makeup trailer.
Dedicated actors always struggle to step out of their roles, so Martin and Jolie extended their on-screen passion into the makeup trailer, shedding excess emotion.
Only the trailer squeaked in protest.
By the ti they finished, the crew was wrapping up, and Jolie asked, "Coming to my place tonight?"
Martin sorted his clothes, "I have plans with Louise and Kelly tonight."
Hearing these two nas made Jolie feel neither sore in the waist nor tired in the legs; the extinguished flas blazed up, "Would you guys like to co up to the balcony tonight?"
Her suite was adjacent to Louise's, with connecting balconies.
Martin wasn't as perverted as she was, shaking his head, "They're careful; they won't agree."
Jolie could not hide her disappointnt.
Martin said, "Get dressed quickly; we have to go."
By the ti Jolie was dressed, he got out of the makeup trailer and saw a fat man.
Pratt ca up and said, "Martin, are you free tonight?"
Martin asked, "What's up?"
Pratt replied with a smile, "You've been really good to on set, and I've always wanted to buy you a drink. There's a place with good booze."
Martin had already made plans with Louise and Kelly, and they were his benefactors; he couldn't bail on them, "I don't have ti tonight, maybe another ti."
Pratt didn't dare to push, "Then another ti."
Martin t up with Bruce, got on the sa electric cart, and asked, "Have we ever helped that guy?"
Bruce shook his head, "No, except for when he ca up to us on his own, we never did him any favors."
"Let's go, back to the hotel," Martin said, glanced at the ti, took the thermos next to Bruce, and took a sip.
Inside the thermos, soaked goji berries from Chinatown.
It's not that he couldn't, but he had to take care of himself; after all, he too wanted to live it up like Wes Craven in his sixties or seventies.
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