Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 383 - 389: I Need $150 Million

In the original tiline, Michael Jackson's death was shrouded in mystery.

The official cause of death stated he suffered a heart attack caused by an overdose of dication administered by his private doctor, Dr. Conrad Murray. It was ruled a tragic dical accident.

Dr. Murray testified that the night before Michael's "Final Concert," his first in eight years, Michael was so excited he couldn't sleep. At 1:30 AM, he requested 10 milligrams of diazepam. When that failed, Murray injected lorazepam. Over the next few hours, Murray administered increasing doses of sedatives, attempting to help him sleep. By 7:30 AM, despite all this, Michael was still awake. Desperate, Murray administered 25 milligrams of propofol, a powerful anesthetic known to cause respiratory suppression.

Murray claid he left Michael unattended for two minutes to use the restroom, and upon his return, found him not breathing. Suspiciously, Murray fild himself performing CPR, despite basic knowledge dictating CPR should be done on a hard, flat surface—not on a soft bed with the patient partially propped up on pillows. His excuse? "I was too nervous."

But could a "nervous" doctor take ti to film his actions?

Though Dr. Murray was convicted of involuntary manslaughter, his punishnt was strikingly lenient. Sentenced to four years, he served only two for good behavior. After his release, he relocated to Australia, bought pri farmland, and led a comfortable life—far from the shadow of Michael's death.

But that was the original tiline.

In this life, Martin was determined to prevent his close friend from eting such a tragic end, especially given the imnse value of Michael's half-ownership of the SONY/ATV music library. This library, a "cash cow," generated massive royalties, which Martin knew would skyrocket further with the rise of digital music and smartphones.

Still, Martin couldn't help but ask, "Michael, isn't your annual $70 million revenue from the library enough to cover your loan paynts?"

Michael sighed deeply. "No, Martin. When we signed the rger deal, there was a clause requiring 50% of the annual revenue to go toward acquiring new copyrights. I didn't think much of it back then, but it was a trap from the start."

His voice grew agitated. "But I won't yield to those vultures. Never!"

Martin sighed inwardly. Perhaps it was this unyielding spirit that ultimately led to Michael's downfall in the original tiline.

"Martin, how much cash do you have on hand?" Michael asked suddenly.

"How much do you need?" Martin countered.

"The more, the better. I'm in this fight for the long haul," Michael replied resolutely.

Martin decided he would help. After all, if he didn't, Michael would turn to banks or other friends, as he did in the original tiline. Despite overwhelming odds, Michael had managed to sustain himself through sheer grit, relying on loans, selling assets, and friends' help while resisting SONY's pressure.

"I can lend you $150 million," Martin said after calculating his cash flow. Movie royalties and rchandise revenue from blockbusters like The Matrix and Harry Potter ensured steady inco. He could even leverage the newly acquired Settan Oilfield as collateral for a loan.

Michael's voice grew excited. "$150 million? That's incredible! This will keep going for at least two more years."

Not likely, Martin thought.

In the original tiline, Michael managed to secure $150 million, only for SONY to retaliate by increasing investnts in the library. Michael was forced to use most of his funds to prevent his share from being diluted.

Against a corporate giant like SONY-Columbia, Michael's fight was anything but fair.

[TL/N: Dont ask why the Chapter is short.]