Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 174 - 174

That night, Lindsay and Martin talked for hours.

She shared how her mother didn't approve of her looks, comparing her to the iconic won of Charlie's Angels and instead pushed her to audition for The Princess Diaries... She also told him that her parents had been fighting constantly, and they had now decided to divorce...

She explained that her mother didn't work regularly and would ask her for money when she needed it to buy wine...

Lindsay spoke about how Aunt Monica had always been kind to her, even going so far as to argue with her parents on her behalf...

Martin just listened, allowing her to unload all the grievances she'd been holding inside.

To be honest, Martin realized that if Lindsay Lohan—who was known for her straightforward and earnest personality—didn't have soone reliable supporting her in the entertainnt industry, she would likely be chewed up and spit out by Hollywood's ruthless nature.

Her fate in the original tiline proved this.

But in this life, Martin had made a decision—he would protect this delicate flower in Hollywood and beco her backbone!

As the most obedient of Martin's "girls" and the first one he t, Lindsay held a special place in his heart. She was, without a doubt, the one he doted on the most.

Later that evening, in Santa Monica

A lavish estate was alight with bright, shining lights.

Luxury cars pulled up to the gate of the manor. n in sharp suits and won in evening gowns stepped out, showing their invitations to the security guards at the entrance before entering.

At that mont, an old Ford pulled up along the road, drawing the attention of the security team.

"Number 3, keep an eye on that car—could be a paparazzi trying to sneak in."

"Understood!"

The Ford was stopped before it could even approach the gate. A solidly built security guard knocked on the window.

The window rolled down, revealing a strikingly beautiful woman—still exuding charm. It was Dina Lohan, Lindsay's mother.

"This is a private driveway. Who are you?" the guard asked.

Dina leaned on the edge of the window, flashing a wink at the tall, white security guard before responding, "Handso, we've been invited."

The security guard remained unmoved. He shone his flashlight into the back seat and saw a young girl wearing heavy makeup sitting there. He was slightly relieved and then said, "Please show your invitation."

"Oh, you still don't believe ? Just a security guard," Dina replied, feeling slighted. She rummaged through the car and handed him the invitation.

"See? I told you we were invited."

The security guard took the invitation, inspected it, and returned it to Dina. He waved his hand. "You can go up." Then, he spoke into his radio: "There's only one invitation. I assu it's for the girl in the back. She looks about fifteen or sixteen, though it's hard to say with all that makeup."

The captain's voice ca through the radio. "Underage. These rich people sure know how to have fun." The security guard smiled and added, "The driver must be her mother. Guess she's delivering the goods straight to the door."

The captain responded with sarcasm. "Hollywood is a cesspit—full of garbage and maggots. So of them manage to turn into flies. Everything's so glamorous on the outside, but it's all rotten inside." The guard made a disgusted face and said, "Co on, Captain, you've ruined my Hollywood dream."

The captain chuckled. "Oh really? Then you should thank for saving you!"

The Ford pulled up to the manor gate again, only to be stopped by the security guard once more.

"What now? Didn't you check us already?" Dina snapped.

"Sorry, cars aren't allowed inside. Please turn left, the parking lot's that way," the guard replied politely.

"Damn it, why didn't you tell that earlier?" Dina grumbled.

"Mom, there were signs on the road when we ca in. I already reminded you," Lindsay said, unable to tolerate her mother's rude behavior.

"Yeah, I didn't hear you. Guess I need a drink. Hopefully, there's sothing good at the party today. Go ahead, sweetie. I'll park the car."

As Dina parked the car, Lindsay noticed a black car driving past and entering the manor. She imdiately pointed at the car, fuming.

"Damn it, why did that car get in?"

"That's a distinguished guest," the guard replied indifferently.

The contempt in his eyes silenced Dina, and she could only seethe inwardly, "You're just a pathetic guest!"

She grabbed Lindsay and began heading toward the gate, only to be stopped again by security.

"Sorry, ma'am. You only have one invitation, and it's for your daughter. You can't enter."

"What the hell?! Do you even know who I am? Mr. Kevin Johnson invited us, you idiot!" Dina shouted, her face flushed with anger.

"Sorry, ma'am, but I'm just following the rules. Only one person can enter per invitation unless it's explicitly stated that you can bring a guest. Your daughter's invitation doesn't allow that."

"Goddamn it—"

At that mont, a red convertible sports car sped by, filled with a group of young n and won. The driver, a beautiful girl, laughed loudly as they passed by, and so in the car even raised their middle fingers. They were all hyper and excited, clearly high on sothing.

The car reached the gate, and the security imdiately opened it.

The sports car drove past.

"These little brats never even check their invitations!" Dina shouted, red-faced with anger.

"Those are Mr. Kevin Johnson's daughter and her friends. They don't need to show an invitation," the guard replied coolly.

"You—" Dina sputtered, furious.

At that mont, Lindsay tugged at the hem of her mother's dress, desperate to stop her from making a scene.

"Mom, stop. I'll go in by myself."

Dina pointed at the security guard in frustration before squatting down to talk to Lindsay.

"Lindsay, you need to understand. This is a huge opportunity. If you can impress Mr. Kevin Johnson, you'll get a movie deal, and you'll be set. A big shot!"

She hesitated for a mont before adding, "If he makes any... special moves, just go with it. Be patient, and it will pass. You can't get anything without giving sothing in return. Understand?"

Lindsay's face shifted, her resolve strengthening. "I understand, Mom."

"Great, go ahead."

The security guard watched as Lindsay walked into the manor, silently sighing. "Another girl ruined by Hollywood."

He glanced at Dina with contempt. "Please leave, and don't stand in the way of the gate."

Dina gave the guard the middle finger before heading to the parking lot. She decided to wait for Lindsay in the car, rembering that there was half a bottle of wine left.

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