Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 444 - 443: The Saddam Government Becomes History

A director from Texas Oil Group imdiately called Jas Hendricks at the safe house in upstate New York.

He started off with a furious rant, "Motherf***er, Jas Hendricks, you idiot! Didn't you say you had Martin under control? Why the hell is he in Iraq?!"

Jas Hendricks' lips curled up slightly, but his voice carried a tone of confusion. "What? That's impossible. Martin is still right here with !"

"Oh yeah? Then why did my people see him in Iraq?"

"Buddy, shouldn't you be asking your people that question? Either they're lying, or they mistook soone else for him!"

Director Goldson was montarily stunned before responding, "That's impossible!"

Jas Hendricks shrugged. "That's the reality. Martin is currently a guest at my safe house, so the one in Iraq must be a fake."

"F***, you guys are ssing with my head. Are you absolutely sure Martin is still there?"

"Of course I'm sure. I had breakfast with him this morning. If you don't believe , send soone over to check."

"Hmph, I will."

Goldson hung up and imdiately arranged for soone to verify whether Martin was still at the villa.

Three and a half hours later, at 7:30 a.m., he received a call.

"Sir, I've seen Martin. He's definitely in New York."

"You're sure? You didn't mistake him for soone else?"

"Sir, there's no way I'd get it wrong. Martin's face is way too recognizable! I even took a picture."

"Send it to ."

"Yes, sir."

Monts later, a photo was sent to Goldson's phone.

He opened it and saw Martin yers sitting at the villa's dining table, drinking milk.

Now he was convinced.

But... if Martin was still in New York, then who was the one in Iraq?

Did Goodman Hall lie to ?

Why would he do that?

Or was he tricked too?

Goldson couldn't figure it out.

Baghdad, Iraq.

Morning.

Goodman Hall received a call from Director Goldson.

"What the f***? That's impossible! I'm absolutely certain the person I saw was Martin!"

"Damn it. Unless he has so kind of cloning ability, he can't be in two places at once. He's definitely in Iraq."

Goldson frowned on the other end of the line.

Goodman Hall's voice didn't carry any hesitation or deceit.

That ant he was telling the truth.

So Goldson was completely baffled.

How the hell was Martin appearing in Iraq while simultaneously being in New York?

Unable to make sense of it, Goldson decided to assu the worst—that Martin was indeed in Iraq and had already finalized a deal for the West Qurna-1 oil field with the rebels.

So, he told Goodman Hall, "Alright, regardless of whether Martin is in New York or Iraq, we need to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

"The Bush administration has already persuaded two of the five permanent UN Security Council mbers—England and France—as well as most of the General Assembly mbers.

"Tomorrow, Iraq's new governnt will be officially established, and the UN will vote to recognize it. They'll also formally declare the Saddam governnt as an illegitimate regi."

"Once the UN vote passes, you need to imdiately sign the West Qurna-1 oil field transfer agreent with the new governnt."

Still feeling gratitude toward Martin for saving his life, Goodman Hall hesitated for a mont and instinctively said,

"If Martin has already signed a contract with the Saddam governnt, wouldn't we just be wasting our ti? After all, his contract would be signed before the new governnt was established and before the UN declares the Saddam governnt illegal.

"If this goes to court, we might not win."

"Goodman Hall, that's not your concern! Do you understand?"

Goldson's voice turned sharp.

He felt that Goodman Hall was overstepping—acting like a decision-maker rather than just a company representative.

Goldson sneered inwardly. Not win the lawsuit? Do you think we care about winning?

What we want is controversy. What we want is a legal battle.

Drag the case out for ten, twenty years, and by then, Campbell's oil extraction rights will have expired. Do you think Iraq's new governnt will renew their contract? Of course not!

The ideal outco would be Campbell getting crushed under massive international legal fees, forcing them to back out—and the oil field falls right into Texas Oil Group's hands.

Then again, recalling Martin's monstrous ability to make money, Goldson felt that was unlikely.

After hanging up, Goodman Hall felt a pang of guilt toward Martin.

The man had just saved his life, yet now he was about to betray him.

But that was the extent of his guilt.

Westerners had always been good at separating business from personal matters.

Sorry, Martin. I don't have a choice either.

What Goodman Hall didn't realize was that this was exactly what Martin wanted.

He had deliberately made himself known to Goodman Hall to disrupt Texas Oil Group's plans—to force them into rushing a deal with the new governnt.

And when people rush, they make mistakes.

Letting these guys play their little gas for too long was pointless.

Better to cut through the ss with a sharp blade!

That day.

Countless people following the war in Iraq sat in front of their televisions, watching the live UN vote on the establishnt of Iraq's new governnt.

The outco was as expected.

The UN officially approved the formation of the new Iraqi governnt and recognized its legitimacy.

From that mont on, Saddam's governnt was officially history.

His administration was now nothing more than an ard insurgency.

And just two hours after the UN vote...

Goodman Hall sat across from a representative of the new governnt, each signing their nas on the oil field transfer agreent.

Afterward, Goodman Hall stood up, smiling as he shook hands with the Iraqi official.

"Well then, here's to our cooperation."

"Indeed, a pleasure working together."

Neither of them noticed that sothing was happening to the text on the contracts in front of them.

The blue-black ink twisted, scrambled, and reford.

The words "Texas Oil Group" slowly transford into "Campbell Oil Company."

Even the official seals stamped on the docunts underwent a similar change.

At the sa ti, invisible strands of magic seeped out from Goodman Hall's body, infiltrating the Iraqi official's mind.

A subtle influence took hold, making him instinctively ignore the details of the contract.

The magic continued to spread until the transformation was complete.