Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 212 - 209: Victoria’s Secret

I AM BACK!

After the Middle Eastern tycoon purchased the "Star of Heaven" lingerie, he imdiately requested to et the model showcasing it, Heidi Klum.

Leonardo watched the man with amusent and said to Martin, "See, this is why this lingerie is worth the price, it's all about the person wearing it."

"Oh, do you think he'll succeed?" Martin asked, intrigued.

"Impossible. Models who make it this far are sharp as tacks. I bet this Middle Eastern nouveau riche will be spun around by Heidi. Do you believe ? It's impossible for her to get into his bed without him spending a few million on her!"

"And how much did you spend chasing Gisele?" Martin asked with a mischievous tone.

Leonardo imdiately felt insulted. "Do I really need to spend money? Look at my face—just my face, and all the models are crying and begging for to sleep with them."

Martin laughed heartily. "Is that so? Then I think I can manage too."

Leonardo glanced at Martin and nodded. "You've got the looks, though you're a bit young. But that's a bonus."

He sighed, "Damn it, although I hate to admit it, you really could!"

Then Leonardo winked. "How about I introduce you to Heidi Klum?"

"No need, honestly, I prefer Adriana Lima's face!"

"Oh, just the face?" Leonardo raised an eyebrow mischievously. "You're not still a virgin, are you?"

Martin smiled without responding.

"Adriana Lima works too. Co on, I'll introduce you."

Leonardo dragged Martin towards the backstage.

As they walked by the Middle Eastern tycoon who was showering Heidi with attention, the man was enthusiastically showing off his wealth.

"Do you like Van Cleef & Arpels, Graff, Bulgari, or Tiffany? Watches, maybe Patek Philippe? Or Breguet, their custom pieces are definitely worth collecting..."

Leonardo couldn't help but sneer. Nouveau riche.

At the backstage door, the CEO Sharon Tennie imdiately allowed them entry when she saw Leonardo.

"Leon, long ti no see."

"This must be Mr. Myers, nice to et you!" Sharon greeted them warmly, chatting for a bit before she noticed Leonardo had grown impatient and quickly added, "You must be here to see Gisele, right? Go ahead!"

"Alright, see you later," Leonardo grinned.

"Are we just walking in like this?" Martin whispered in Leonardo's ear.

"Of course. What's wrong?" Leonardo replied, surprised by Martin's question.

"They should still be changing, right?"

"Please, models don't care about that. Co on, let's go!" Leonardo said, ushering Martin forward.

Martin wanted to ask, "Your girlfriend Gisele could also be changing. Aren't you concerned?" But seeing how confident Leonardo was, he figured it wasn't worth asking further.

Inside, several models were indeed changing, but they paid little attention to the two n's entrance.

So even threw flirtatious glances at them.

In fact, there were always n backstage—designers, staff, assistants, etc. Everyone was busy, and no one was paying attention to the models' bodies.

Maybe they were tired of it, or maybe... they were gay? Martin speculated.

"Gisele, over here!"

Leonardo scanned the room and spotted Gisele Bündchen. He waved her over.

Martin clearly noticed Leonardo's Adam's apple move, suggesting he had taken the opportunity to glance at her.

"Perfect! Co over here and wait for a minute," Gisele called out.

She was struggling to pull on a pair of skinny jeans, hopping up and down to get them on. She had nothing on her top half but greeted Leonardo and Martin casually, completely unconcerned about the wardrobe malfunction.

As she bounced, Martin quickly averted his gaze.

He was a polite person, so he only stole a glance with his peripheral vision.

At that mont, Martin's gaze happened to fall on Adriana Lima, who had already taken off the lingerie she had been modeling and hung it on a nearby rack.

She squatted down, digging through her bag on the floor for clothes.

With her back to Martin, she leaned forward slightly in her hurry, causing a slight... well, let's just leave it to your imagination.

Martin couldn't help but cross his legs!

This was beyond hot, wasn't it? They didn't even treat the n like n!

Martin was so absorbed that he forgot to steal a glance at Gisele.

After a mont, a teasing voice interrupted him.

"Enjoying the view? Want to introduce you?" Gisele asked.

Martin shook himself out of his dopamine-fueled trance and stood up with confidence. "Sure, Gisele, I'd appreciate it."

Gisele wasn't just talking; she delivered on her word.

That night, Martin secretly booked a room in the sa hotel where the Victoria's Secret models were staying, and Adriana ca over in the middle of the night.

Adriana Lima was a breath of fresh air among the models, no scandals or drama, but Martin's looks were simply irresistible.

After so internal deliberation, she realized she didn't mind having so fun with him.

Uh, what happened next is better left unsaid. You can imagine.

The next morning, Adriana, exhausted, returned to her room. Heidi Klum, sharing the room, gasped when she saw her.

"Oh my God, did you run a marathon all night?"

"No, it was way harder than a marathon! Martin, Martin is... I don't even know how to describe it!"

Adriana had a look of satisfaction as she reminisced.

"Seriously? He's still just a kid, isn't he?"

"A kid? Haha, you should try him, then you'll know!"

"You want to try?"

"Well, let think... I'm not so sure now. Alright, forget I said that!"

"No way, you already said it. How about tonight? Martin is so handso, I'm totally into his looks!"

"Hehe, looks like you can't handle Martin. By the way, how's that Middle Eastern tycoon of yours?"

"Easily handled!"

Heidi smugly adjusted her collar, showing off a luxurious sapphire necklace, and then flaunted her exquisite Breguet watch.

Adriana gave a thumbs up, not envious in the slightest.

For a supermodel like Adriana Lima, getting money was incredibly easy.

Take Heidi, for example—she'd once had a Greek shipping magnate pursue her relentlessly, spending over three million dollars on her in less than a month.

Had the man's wife not intervened, Heidi thought she could have easily wrung out another three million.

But Martin was different. Martin was too handso to be compared to those greasy, middle-aged n.

And Martin's position in the entertainnt and business worlds offered more than just money. For Adriana Lima and Heidi Klum, models of their caliber weren't lacking in money.

Many supermodels even kept lesser-known male models as lovers.

During the day, Heidi went back to seducing the Middle Eastern tycoon for his money.

For these supermodels, it wasn't just about money—it was about showing off their charm and even competing with each other.

That evening, as promised, Heidi Klum ca to Martin's room with Adriana Lima. Martin, of course, didn't turn them down. Adriana Lima was surprised to find that she couldn't bring herself to refuse either.

So the three of them sat down and played a ga of "Landlord."

The next day, Martin quietly left, not disturbing the two supermodels still sound asleep.