In the car, Martin carefully studied Lea Seydoux's face, which, like many well-known actors, was very distinctive.
European film actors who could impress Martin were mostly like Eva Green, who had made significant contributions to the art of cinema.
Through Lea's face and na, Martin was reminded of a movie character with blue short hair, rumored to be from a pragmatic French film.
It was such masterpieces that left a lasting impression on people.
Martin sighed inwardly, having never t her personally, recognizing people solely by their figure and hair color was indeed prone to mistakes.
But even though he thought this, not a hint of it showed on his face. Instead, he looked pleasantly surprised as he lifted Lea's chin with his finger, "You are so much more beautiful than Yuper."
Martin hadn't forgotten the na in his hand, "More beautiful than the person I imagined."
Lea took Martin's hand, opened his palm, which had Eva Green's na written on it.
Martin spoke with action, gently pinching her chin and pulling her closer.
Without masks to get in the way, they kissed each other.
They arrived at the hotel and entered Martin's room together.
Martin, with his wealth of experience and in no hurry, behaved like a gentleman and asked, "Care for a drink?"
Lea replied, "Sure."
Martin fetched two glasses, opened a bottle of red wine, and casually asked, "Did you recognize at the party?"
"I had my suspicions, but I didn't expect them to be correct," Lea said as she lifted her glass to clink with Martin's, "A toast to , for being so lucky."
Martin laughed, "Because you t ?"
Lea took a sip of wine and said, "I saw you several tis at the Cannes Film Festival this year. I've always rembered your build, but sadly you didn't notice ."
Martin responded, "That's my fault. If I had seen you then, maybe there would have been a beautiful encounter."
"Actually, I wanted to say hello," the woman said, almost as disingenuously as Martin, "It wasn't convenient at the ti, and I was worried about causing myself trouble."
Martin wondered, "I'm not a difficult person, am I?"
Amyfound his question amusing, teasingly responded, "I wouldn't know, would I? I haven't tried." She returned to the subject at hand, "It was my people who are difficult. I was with the 'Inglourious Basterds' crew, and it seems the producer and director don't like you very much."
Upon hearing the na of the movie, Martin imdiately thought of Quentin and Harvey, with no change in his expression, "That's not a secret in Hollywood."
Lea seemingly had no other intention, "Because of them, it wasn't easy for to greet you."
Martin smiled and asked, "Did you act in 'Inglourious Basterds'? I've seen the film."
The significant female roles in it should be those of Diane Kruger and another French actress.
Lea playfully shrugged, "A background role, the farr's daughter in the opening scene."
Martin spoke the truth, "Sorry, I didn't notice."
"Not many do!" Lea Seydoux beca agitated, "I was originally discussing lanie Laurent's role, but after eting with Harvey, I was only offered a very marginal part."
Martin took note, "Did sothing unpleasant happen?"
Lea said, "It seems you know sothing about Harvey."
Martin half-jokingly said, "Even you know I don't get along with him. How could I survive in Hollywood without knowing a bit about him?"
Lea fell silent for a mont before making up her mind, "An extrely unpleasant experience. I went to Los Angeles for a casting call, having never dealt with Harvey before, and was unfamiliar with his way of doing things. His female assistant said the crew had rented an entire floor at the hotel for office work, and she took to his hotel room."
Martin had heard too many of such stories about Harvey to be surprised.
DuringsCannes Film Festival, Lea had heard Harvey curse at Martin more than once. She wasn't worried these words would reach Harvey's ears. It felt uncomfortable to keep it pent up inside, so she spoke, "Weinstein, that bastard, made no effort to hide his intentions. He was constantly dropping blatant hints that if I slept with him, he'd give the role, but I refused him."
She was not a prudish woman, having gone hunting at Yuper's party, and she spoke plainly, "Martin, if it were soone attractive and elegant like you, I would have undressed without a thought…"
Mid-sentence, Lea made a gagging expression, "But facing Weinstein, I just can't. It makes want to vomit, not to ntion he also disrespected !"
Martin could see these matters had been pent up in her heart for a long ti, either she wouldn't speak up, or once she started, she couldn't stop. He promptly assud the posture of a listener.
Without waiting for Martin to ask, Lea puffed out her chest and pointed to the tall mountain, saying, "Can you believe it? He actually mocked for being fat, ridiculed my size here, and said I had to lose weight to have a future in Hollywood."
Martin nodded: "That fatso's got a screw loose, always thinks he's God."
Rembering those unpleasant experiences, Lea grew angry, "Yes, he told he controlled that circle, and that if I wanted to enter Hollywood, I couldn't escape his control!"
Her smile was tinged with bitterness: "He's too tall, too fat, too heavy, when he pounced on , I couldn't push him off. Luckily, I was extrely disgusted by him, so I vomited from nausea, and that saved ."
Martin responded, "You're a lucky girl."
"Lucky with that matter, but unlucky with roles, Weinstein was originally going to kick off," Lea continued. "My grandfather was the president of Pathe, and he was connected to one of the investors of 'Inglourious Basterds.' Weinstein had promised to give a role, and I ended up being just a part of the scenery."
After thinking for a mont, Martin said, "We have similar experiences, I don't know if you've heard, but Harvey initially invited to star in 'Inglourious Basterds,' and I refused."
Naturally, there was a falsehood mixed with the truth: "He threatened , saying he would ruin my acting career."
Lea, who had heard so rumors on set, asked, "Aren't you worried?"
Part true, part false, Martin said, "I have Warner Bros. standing behind , Harvey is indeed very influential in the independent film circle, but compared to the Big Six, he's still lacking. I am not struggling in the independent circle."
Lea said, "That day I managed to get away from Weinstein, and it wasn't just the vomiting, he was sowhat deterred by my family background. If soone like with my background can be treated like this by him, you can imagine what happens to those ordinary actresses in his hands."
From the mont she ntioned Harvey, Martin's thoughts shifted, the masked party and the trivial matters between n and won took a backseat, and Harvey's issue beca the main focus.
He deliberately said, "I've heard many rumors about Harvey, and at least eighty percent of them are true. Even Hollywood's bastards look down on what he does."
Lea's thoughts also turned to this: "With so many victims, so many targeted by him, hasn't anyone co forward?"
Martin picked up the conversation, "Harvey isn't just anyone, without solid evidence, who can do anything."
"What if there is evidence?" Lea suddenly asked.
Martin had secretly encouraged World News Report's people to find real evidence, but there had been no concrete news from there.
He looked at Lea and asked, "Do you have evidence?"
Lea slowly but firmly nodded, "I secretly recorded it, it's in a safety deposit box in an apartnt my mother bought."
Martin stared intently at Lea, convinced that even an actor like Nicholson's caliber couldn't hide everything, and young Lea Seydoux definitely couldn't match Nicholson's skill in acting.
"Can you tell more about it?" he asked.
Lea said, "After that ti, Weinstein didn't give up. Whenever we were at work events, he would always hover around , making his presence felt and saying threatening things to . It made so angry, being eyed by soone like a fat pig—I was so disgusted I couldn't eat."
Martin encouraged her, "Our experiences are too similar."
Lea forced a smile and went on, "I'm not one of those inexperienced little actresses or poor girls. I secretly prepared a recording pen and captured Harvey's voice threatening . This year, under the pretense of post-production work, he called many actors to Los Angeles. I suspected he might force , so I asked a photographer friend to modify a handbag for , installing a hidden cara."
She sighed, "Sure enough, the night I arrived in Los Angeles, he barged into my room, ignoring my refusals and wanting to force himself on . He didn't stop until I scread that I would call the police."
Martin stated, "If I had been there, I would have taken out the bastard, just like dealing with those Russian spies!"
"That's precisely what attracts about you," said Lea, a Frenchwoman who had co out hunting that evening and had caught such excellent prey. She didn't hide her admiration, "A real man."
Surrounded by the aura of an Arican national hero, with real influence, Lea remarked, "Hardly anyone in the entertainnt industry can be like you. Martin, do you know what my agent and a friend told when I shared these things with them? They said such things are everywhere in the entertainnt industry, not to take them to heart, ha ha..."
Lea's laughter carried helplessness.
Martin squeezed her hand and said, "It's precisely because of these reasons that Harvey Weinstein can act with impunity. Even soone like without solid evidence dare not co forward to say or do anything."
Lea's smile faded, her eyes fixed on Martin as she asked earnestly, "Do you really want to confront Harvey?"
Martin replied, "In Hollywood, there is a Foot Clan and a Face Gang, and they have opposed each other several tis already. The feud between Harvey and is no secret in Hollywood. If you have friends, you can ask around."
Lea, extrely cautious, actually took out her phone and went to the balcony of the living room. She called several friends who were working in Hollywood, subtly inquiring about the dispute between Martin and Harvey.
Coming from a French acting dynasty, she had her own connections. Martin, ever since snatching Wes Craven's new project, had clashed with Harvey's Foot Clan many tis, and this had long been circulating in the industry.
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