Near Venice Beach, a sprawling villa was brightly lit, with dozens of models shuttling back and forth around a huge swimming pool, enhancing the atmosphere of the scene.
On the villa's terrace, Michel Brian looked down at her kingdom.
Fernandez ca up from below and said, "BOSS, the goods have been brought."
Michel flashed a smile, "Very good."
Fernandez's phone vibrated. He excused himself to Michel and stepped aside to take the call. After returning, he hesitated.
Michel glanced at him, "Speak your mind."
"Last ti, to appease Depp, you had tell Depp's henchman that we were looking for a way to deal with Martin Davis," Fernandez said cautiously. "Depp's guy called , asking how things are going."
Upon hearing the na Martin Davis, Michel's good mood evaporated.
Fernandez didn't dare to say more and hurriedly left, "I'm going to check on how the goods are being distributed downstairs."
Michel picked up a glass of wine from beside her and downed it in one go, then took out her phone and made a call, "Co up here for a minute."
A few minutes later, Lynch ca up to the terrace and asked, "BOSS?"
Michel asked, "Have Nicky, Malena, and Mia been found?"
These three bitches took her money and had the audacity to run off without doing their jobs.
Not only did they fail to seduce Martin Davis, but they also weaved a web of lies to deceive her and made her pay a large sum of money.
"No, our people have searched all over Los Angeles," reported Lynch truthfully. "I've sent soone to check their hotowns; they haven't returned there, so they must have hidden after leaving Los Angeles."
Michel said with a stern voice, "Continue to track their whereabouts. I want to see them, dead or alive."
Lynch said, "I will catch them." He asked, "What about the Martin Davis situation?"
"Select a few more suitable candidates and find an opportunity..." Michel paused to think, "Don't worry about this matter; I'll find a way."
Her top three girls had defected, who else could be suitable?
As for Depp, as long as there's enough "flour," that bastard will soon forget.
......
Los Angeles, Nokia Plaza.
A science fiction blockbuster "Transcendental Hacker," produced by Anna Purna Pictures and distributed by Warner Bros., was hosting a roadshow promotion here.
Since just after six o'clock, a large crowd of movie fans had been gathering in the plaza.
At a nearby rented rest area for the crew, gan Ellison, dressed in a won's suit, arrived at the entrance to et Daniel from Warner Bros.' distribution departnt.
The latter glanced at his watch, sowhat anxious and asked, "Has Johnny Depp not arrived yet?"
Hearing the na Depp, gan's brow furrowed slightly, and she said, "I've sent soone to hurry him along; he should be here soon."
Today's roadshow, starring Depp as the lead actor, was a key component of a series of events.
Looking at the ti again, Daniel noted that the roadshow was set to start in less than half an hour. Under normal circumstances, Depp should have arrived at least an hour early for makeup and preparations.
Unable to hold back, Daniel said to gan Ellison, "The event must be delayed."
gan said, "The director and the lead actress will take the stage first and we'll stall until Depp arrives."
With no better solution, Daniel added, "A few years back when Warner Bros. worked with Depp on 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,' he wasn't like this, though occasionally late..."
gan thought to herself, if you saw how Depp behaved on set, you'd be furious.
Daniel continued, "This ti working with you, Depp was supposed to be key. After Warner Bros. lost the star draw of Martin Davis, I thought Depp could replace him and maybe even do better."
"Was Martin Davis like Depp when he worked with you?" gan asked.
Daniel shook his head, "No, completely different. Martin has his difficulties too, but in terms of professionalism and work ethic, he is one of the best in the industry."
Those who hadn't suffered Depp's tornts couldn't comprehend gan Ellison's complex feelings at that mont.
It felt like paying millions of dollars in salary to bring a super diva to the set, only for him to defecate and urinate on the faces of the entire crew, including the producers and investors.
For the sake of an investnt worth hundreds of millions of dollars, those humiliated had to endure it. Facing the dia and fans, they even had to praise the fragrance of Depp's urine.
If the film was a huge success, it would all be worth it.
gan was full of confidence, strongly believing in the film, and the internal previews of "Transcendental Hacker" had been quite favorable.
She asked Daniel, "You're on good terms with Martin, right?"
Daniel nodded, "Old friends."
gan, worried she wouldn't be able to invite him herself, suggested, "Could you invite Martin to the premiere of 'Transcendental Hacker'?"
For so reason, Daniel suddenly thought of Jon Berg, who had also invited Martin to the premiere of "Pharaoh and the Gods."
"We're partners now," gan didn't give Daniel room to refuse. "You wouldn't refuse this small favor, would you?"
Daniel said, "I will extend the invitation to Martin, but I can't guarantee whether he'll co."
gan couldn't ask Daniel to do more.
The activity outside had begun, but without Depp on stage, fans scattered around Nokia Plaza were dissatisfied.
"Johnny Depp!"
"We want Depp to co out!"
"Give us back our captain!"
The square was in chaos, fans were dissatisfied, and many dia reporters were also stirring things up.
gan heard this and asked her assistant on the other side, "Hasn't Depp arrived yet?"
The assistant replied, "I just called to hurry him, he said he's still on the road."
gan took out her phone, walked to a deserted area, and dialed Amber Heard's number: "Where are you guys?"
Amber on the other end said, "Haven't left ho yet."
"Fuck!" gan rarely cursed, but the event had already started and the male lead was still at ho!
Fury lodged in her throat, she growled, "You drag him here in half an hour, even if you have to drag him!"
After hanging up, gan disconnected the call.
In the penthouse at the top of Columbia Tower, listening to the phone switch to a busy tone, Amber glanced at the bedroom bed, where the Depp she had just dragged up had lain down again while she was on the phone.
These assholes had been drinking and doing drugs last night, God knows until what ti they partied, perhaps even all night long.
Amber, having taken gan's money, of course had to do the job, she reached out to pull Depp, and as she pulled, she shouted, "Get up, get up fast, you have a commitnt today, you must go!"
Depp, having just fallen asleep and woken up by soone, was in a very bad mood and flung his arm to shake off Amber's hand: "Leave alone, get away!"
This response angered Amber, her hand stinging from the slap, she shouted again, "You have a 'Transcendental Hacker' commitnt today!"
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Depp turned over, still drunk.
Amber was a fierce woman, her anger racing to her head as she saw Depp close his eyes again, full of disappointnt and rage.
She jumped directly onto the marital bed, took off her pants, squatted down, and did that globally infamous act.
Depp heard the sound, slled the scent, and jumped up in a flash, his drunkenness mostly snapped away, pointing at Amber, he said, "Are you fucking crazy?"
Amber didn't care in the least, grabbed Depp's down comforter to use as toilet paper, "Are you sober now?"
Depp went crazy: "You're mad! You're a fucking lunatic!"
But despite the yelling and the ruckus, Depp never laid a hand on her.
However, after this commotion, Depp sobered up quite a bit and eventually followed Amber downstairs.
Depp's long-ti nanny, entering the room to clean up, saw that ss, took out her phone, and snapped a photo.
On the nanny car heading towards Nokia Plaza, Amber really didn't want to deal with Depp, sitting in the front passenger seat.
Depp swayed in the car, pushed by a bodyguard, sowhat more sober, and casually picked up a newspaper to read.
It was an issue of "Los Angeles Tis," prominently featuring a piece of news.
Depp's eyes landed on it right away.
It was a photo of Martin Davis with Tesla's CEO Elon Musk.
The content of the reporting had nothing to do with movies but was about investnts.
In this round of financing, Tesla accepted a 50 million US Dollar investnt from Martin Davis, who beca one of Tesla's individual shareholders.
Depp casually threw the newspaper aside, his already sour mood worsened by the sight of his arch-enemy.
He then rembered that matter: "Coulson, any results from that end yet?"
Coulson replied, "No, they said they're still working on it."
Depp was eager to see Martin Davis ruined: "Tell them, if they drive Martin Davis mad, I'll give them one million dollars... no, five million US dollars as a reward!"
Coulson ventured, "Isn't that price a bit high?"
Depp yelled, "I've got money, I'm fucking worth five or six hundred million dollars, what's five million? If any of you can make Martin Davis end up like Brad Pitt, I'll give him five million dollars just the sa."
A sparkle shone in the eyes of the hangers-on, for the money was too good to pass up, worth taking a risk for.
Depp arrived at Nokia Plaza, and the event had already been underway for over an hour.
gan Ellison couldn't help but reproach Depp a few tis.
As a result, Depp blew up in a vigorous argunt with her, refusing to get makeup and go on stage.
The two sides were deadlocked, but the fans attending the roadshow were utterly disappointed, for they ca to see Depp, to see the captain they held in their hearts.
Many people had co over in the early hours of the morning to queue, and when it was almost noon, and the event had been going for two hours, Depp still hadn't arrived.
On the periphery of the crowd, in a car parked by the roadside, Ivan took out his phone, made a call, and once connected, said, "Spread the news."
Soon, inside the crowd at the roadshow, a ssage spread: Depp had partied all night long, got drunk, and high, and had just co over.
Although Depp's staunch supporters backed him unconditionally, many ordinary movie fans were extrely dissatisfied, and all sorts of criticisms spread like the wind.
After waiting for a long ti, Depp finally stepped onto the stage, but judging by the way he walked, he was either still drunk or had overdone the drugs.
Just as Depp had reached the center of the stage, suddenly soone in the crowd shouted loudly, "The Pee King, The Shit Emperor! The Pee King, The Shit Emperor..."
Those who had waited a long ti and had grown discontented started chanting along.
"The Pee King, The Shit Emperor!"
"The Pee King, The Shit Emperor..."
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