The bottle of wine opened on the table had less than half left when Charlize called it quit. Getting tipsy was one thing, but being dead drunk made you good for nothing.
It certainly wasn't going to clear her of the grave injustice she suffered.
Charlize Theron's words reminded Martin of the gossip news he had read in his past life. Ten years ago, Charlize rarely had any scandals, but the speed at which she changed boyfriends afterward was as fast as Leonardo switched girlfriends.
And unlike Leonardo's dedication, she'd tried all sorts, young and old.
Martin continued the earlier topic, "Sally, it's not just you he's slandered—it's , too."
"Then let's do everything we haven't done!" Charlize fixed her gaze on Martin. "If we turn the slander into truth, then the slander ceases to exist."
She got up and walked over, sitting down next to Martin. "This is the fastest way to clear our nas."
"Why didn't I think of that?" Martin hugged Charlize. "Sally, you're a genius!"
Both of them, intent on clearing their nas swiftly, beca entangled with each other imdiately.
Charlize had a large fra and broad shoulders that most people couldn't handle.
But today, she was up against the one and only Hollywood hunk, Martin.
Dior Goddess VS Cola War God!
This was a battle waged for justice!
No one knew how long the battle raged on, but Martin made a request, "I want to go upstairs, to your room."
Charlize said, "Okay, but you have to carry up the whole way."
This was a woman who was nearly 1.8 ters tall—a feat that average people couldn't achieve. But Martin was no average man, and he had no problem doing it.
He held Charlize as they ascended the stairs, passing the corner where a photograph still hung that they hadn't yet had the chance to take down.
A photo from when Stuart Townsend and Charlize Theron were engaged.
While asserting justice, Charlize caught a glimpse of the crystal photo fra out of the corner of her eye and lifted her long leg to kick it.
With a loud crash, the fra fell off the wall, its edges shattering upon impact.
Upstairs in the master bedroom, justice was furthered repeatedly!
Finally, all the slander, rumors, and scandals that had plagued them were cleared.
And this handso man and beautiful woman gained a profound understanding of each other.
Martin exclaid, "Sally, I had no idea that beneath your cold exterior, there was such fiery passion."
"I've been hard on myself for so many years; I had to release the pent-up emotions," Charlize squinted her eyes, still seemingly not quite detached from the actions of asserting justice. "No wonder the won in the industry enjoy a life of seeking pleasure."
Sensing she might be on the verge of going too far, Martin reminded her, "You're not going to go to extres, are you?"
Charlize opened her eyes, looking at Martin, "No, I'm not into snooping around. At least, not until I'm tired of you—I won't ss around."
All of a sudden she got excited, "Should we remodel the fence between our houses and build a bridge? It would make it easier for you to co over."
Martin thought for a mont and said, "That could work. I'll take care of the expenses. Let's make it a retractable bridge, set up on your side. Whenever you need it, you just extend the bridge, and I can co over any ti."
Charlize crawled over, propping her chin with her hand while looking at Martin, "I am at the age of my strongest desires; are you sure you can handle it?"
Martin chuckled, "You should have contacts in the fashion world, have you heard of the Fashion Supermodel Group?"
"I know of it," Charlize nodded. "An organization similar to a sorority in the fashion industry, founded by people like AA, KK, and Angela Lindvall, with a very high entry threshold requiring a special trial."
Martin said plainly, "I'm that special trial."
Charlize didn't get the aning at first, "You're the trial? You decide who can join?"
Then, it dawned on her, "The trial you ntion, is it like what we just did?"
Martin replied honestly, "It requires soone at the level of group leader, plus at least three full-fledged mbers present."
Charlize fully understood: "You think you can handle that?"
n are most boastful at tis like this. Martin proudly claid, "Piece of cake."
Charlize clucked her tongue, "It seems the rumors about you don't even cover half the truth." She tilted her head, "No wonder you're so formidable; you've had practice."
Martin, a bit drained from earlier, got up with Charlize, "I'm famished. Let's have so midnight snacks."
"We're not going out," Charlize said as she looked for her clothes. "I'll go down and make you sothing."
Martin nodded, "I couldn't get a taste of Charlize Theron's cooking even in a parallel universe."
Charlize laughed, "You're about to."
They went downstairs together.
Passing the corner of the stairs, Charlize saw the shattered photo fra on the ground, deliberately stepping on it several more tis, making it break apart even further amid a series of crisp snaps.
Martin said, "Was that necessary?"
Charlize smiled, "Once it's in the past, it should stay there forever."
Nine years with Stuart didn't even compare to the sheer pleasure of this one night with Martin.
Once downstairs, Charlize went to make the midnight snacks while Martin sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV. The screen showed CNN, which was scrolling the latest news.
After watching for a while, Martin saw two familiar faces in the news.
The one speaking loudly in front of the cara was Georgia Senator Erica, with Georgia Representative Kelly Gray following behind her.
The the of Erica's speech was to further protect won's rights, especially the legal rights of won in the workplace.
It involved issues such as workplace bullying and harassnt, among others.
This was exactly the political stance that had launched Erica's career; Martin vividly rembered her holding a pink water bottle, crying out for freedom.
It seed Kelly Gray had managed to persuade Erica.
Martin was well aware that this was the path Erica had chosen; it was normal for her to make such claims, which could be offensive or defensive.
If the situation turned south, she would simply withdraw.
If there was a profit to be made, she would jump on it imdiately.
Martin took out his phone and sent a text to Kelly Gray.
The reply ca quickly, with just one sentence: "Everything is going well!"
Charlize then called out from the restaurant, "Martin, co and eat."
Martin turned off the TV and went over, deliberately sniffing the air and saying, "It slls fantastic."
Charlize invited, "Try so."
Martin took a bite and nodded, "It tastes great."
Charlize sat down opposite him, brought over a bottle of wine, poured a glass for each of them, and continued the previous topic, inquiring curiously, "How many people from the supermodel group have passed your test?"
Thinking of the nas, Martin simply said, "Too many to ntion, it'd be a hassle to list them."
Charlize was startled for a mont, "The well-known ones?"
Martin said, "So of them. There are certain types I don't like much, like Gisele Bundchen."
He wouldn't speak carelessly about African Aricans.
"I understand," Charlize Theron got it: "Because of Leonardo."
The two chatted as they ate, quickly moving from matters between n and won to discussing films.
Martin asked, "Didn't you have a movie co out last month?"
"'Burning Plain', the one that went to Cannes," Charlize shrugged, "It had a lukewarm comrcial response and the reviews weren't very good either—it's unlikely to win anything this award season. "
She appeared sowhat resigned, with a touch of self-deprecation, "I'm enjoying the Oscar curse. Whatever fun we just had, the gloom the curse brings is just as profound. Since 'Wonder Woman,' every movie I do seems to be a flop. Maybe in two years, I'll only be playing supporting roles."
Martin said, "As long as you keep the Dior endorsent, you won't wash up easily."
"Oh, there's sothing I've kept forgetting to tell you," Charlize said as if she had just rembered, "I auditioned for 'Gone Girl' and have made it to the third round."
Martin responded directly, "I promised David Fincher I wouldn't interfere with his casting." He then added, "But my vote, I can cast for you."
Charlize said, "I only need to ensure I have a fair chance to compete. David wants a cool girl with a fine and pretty appearance, yet with a dark and terrifying heart, who tornts the male lead through marriage—a crazy character."
She was extrely confident, "Among those who made it to the third round of auditions, no one suits the amazing Amy better than I do."
Martin said, "Trust , Sally, David Fincher picks actors based on the auditions."
But Charlize knew that Martin was key, and said, "I've witnessed how terrifying marriage can be, seeing first-hand the brutality of the battlefield between husband and wife because I'm a survivor of a cruel marital war."
"I'm going to attend the third audition with the crew," Martin put down his cutlery, wiped his mouth, and said, "That's all in the past, no need to dwell on it anymore. Didn't you want to experience the joy of revelry? Co, I'll take you for a facial."
As they were leaving, Martin called Leonardo, Nicholson, and Christopher Nolan.
The latter had participated in the Face Gang's collective facial activities several tis.
This was Charlize's first ti experiencing such services and, even though it ca from the sa sex, she felt refreshed and secretly thought that the rascals of the Face Gang really knew how to play.
Martin talked with the four about movies, but they didn't discuss anything too sensitive.
After the facial, Charlize Theron erged invigorated, ready to give Martin a second round of facial treatnt.
Martin found her and said, "You drive ahead, I need to talk to Director Nolan for a mont."
Charlize leaned in for a kiss, "I'll wait for you at ho."
Martin nodded, "Sure."
After Charlize's car left the club's back gate, Nicholson asked Leonardo, "I rember Charlize Theron has a fiancé, right?"
"The one Martin screwed over the other day, Stuart Townsend," Leonardo brought up old news, "I'm right, aren't I? Martin likes other people's wives or fiancées."
Nicholson comnted, "What a pervert!"
Martin pretended not to hear the nonsensical talk of the two and gestured for Nolan to get into his Escalade.
As they drove away, Nolan asked with a smile, "What's this private matter you want to discuss?"
Martin looked serious, "It's about the Morocco kidnapping case and the shooting incident on the set."
Nolan's expression turned serious, "You have the latest news?"
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