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After dinner, on the way back.

Anne Hathaway asked curiously, "Was all of that really true? Did Howard Hughes actually have such severe OCD?"

Martin nodded. "His obsessive-compulsive disorder was indeed extre, especially in his later years. He even refused to breathe the sa air as other people, so he isolated himself in a desert near Santiago, Chile, living completely cut off from the world."

"Besides that, his compulsions led to many bizarre habits that most people would find incomprehensible—like only cutting his hair and nails once a year, urinating in milk bottles, refusing to physically touch anyone, injecting himself with cocaine regularly, and obsessively taking notes. Because of his insomnia, he even bought several local TV stations so he could watch whatever he wanted at any ti of night."

"He called his living space a 'sterile zone.' To maintain his health, he hired the best doctors at sky-high salaries, yet due to his aversion to human contact, he never actually let them examine him."

"In his final years, Hughes surrounded himself almost entirely with mbers of the Mormon faith, believing they were the only people he could trust. Even his maids were required to convert."

"There were rumors that Hughes had completely lost his sanity toward the end of his life, but at that ti, dicine hadn't yet developed treatnts for such ntal illnesses, so his condition was left to deteriorate unchecked."

After listening to Martin, Anne Hathaway shivered slightly and muttered, "Are all geniuses a little crazy?"

Martin burst out laughing. "Relax, I'm not like that. Besides being a bit of a womanizer, I have no weird quirks."

That night, Martin was very busy.

After taking Anne Hathaway ho and engaging in a passionate battle, he drove over to Jennifer Aniston's villa for round two.

Then, just as he was about to get so rest, Paris Hilton called—so he went to 'comfort' the little vixen.

Finally, he returned to his apartnt, where Natalie and Scarlett had just arrived, and... well, round four comnced.

Yet despite this intense schedule, the next morning, Martin arrived on the set of Spider-Man 2 looking refreshed and energetic—while Scarlett, in stark contrast, was yawning and bleary-eyed.

She stared at him in disbelief. "Don't you ever get tired?"

Martin smirked confidently. "No woman in this world can ever make say 'I'm exhausted.'"

The filming of Spider-Man 2 officially began.

This ti, they were shooting both the second and third films back-to-back to save ti.

Martin had actually suggested filming all three movies together when they worked on the first one, but Sony had been hesitant—unsure whether Spider-Man would be successful.

After Spider-Man 1 beca a massive hit, Sony regretted their decision and imdiately pushed for a two-film back-to-back shoot.

The production went smoothly. Both Martin and Scarlett delivered performances far beyond the movie's baseline quality.

Midway through filming, Martin took a quick trip to London to visit the set of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

While there, he also spent so quality ti with Lady Diana's sister and went on a hunting trip with his two royal nephews.

"With a bow and arrow? You can't be serious."

Prince Harry stared at the compound bow in Martin's hand with a dubious expression.

Prince William, on the other hand, smirked. "Idiot, did you forget Martin once took down two cheetahs with a bow?"

Martin corrected him, "One."

"What?" William blinked.

"I only shot one of the cheetahs with an arrow. The other one? I strangled it with my bowstring." Martin shrugged. "But at the ti, I didn't want to deal with backlash from animal rights groups, so we told the press both were killed by arrows."

"Whoa! How did I forget that?!" Harry smacked his forehead.

Sherwood Forest.

This vast woodland, stretching from South Yorkshire to Nottinghamshire, was once a royal hunting ground.

Though most of it was now owned by the state, a small section still belonged to the royal family—reserved for exclusive hunting events with nobles.

(Also, fun fact—this was where the legend of Robin Hood took place.)

Martin, William, and Harry weren't the only ones on this particular hunting trip.

They were joined by three young aristocrats and one rather striking young woman.

"Martin, I don't think you've t Kate yet," William said, introducing her. "This is Kate Middleton, my classmate from both middle school and university."

Martin froze for a second.

Kate Middleton?

Future Princess of Wales?

So this was how they first t...

However, he quickly composed himself and greeted her politely.

Kate, in turn, was remarkably composed. Unlike most won, she didn't seem at all affected by Martin's overwhelming natural charm. She rely responded with a reserved but courteous nod.

William seed pleased by this reaction.

Though he and Kate were "just friends," deep down, he still had that male territorial instinct—he didn't like the idea of the won in his life being overly captivated by other n.

anwhile, Martin was intrigued.

This was the first ti he had t a woman who was completely unaffected by his innate demonic allure.

Of course, what he didn't know was that Kate had a very specific reason for her immunity.

Her father was a huge fan of Princess Diana.

Her mother? A fanatical devotee—the kind of person who worshipped Diana like a goddess.

Because of this, Kate herself idolized Diana from a young age.

Her dream?

To beco a princess.

To marry Prince William and beco Diana's daughter-in-law.

To make that dream a reality, Kate painstakingly studied royal etiquette from her teenage years onward.

After middle school, she begged her parents to send her to the sa prestigious boarding school as Prince William.

The problem?

That school's tuition was insanely expensive—over £80,000 per year.

Even though Kate's family was well-off (with assets worth about a million pounds), they couldn't afford that kind of annual cash expenditure.

But here's the thing about obsessed fans—they don't think rationally.

Her parents, looking at their 13-year-old daughter, who had plastered her room with Prince William posters and dread of becoming a princess, made a bold decision.

They mortgaged their house.

They took out bank loans to fund Kate's elite education—so she could pursue Prince William.

Kate, in turn, worked tirelessly.

She 'accidentally' ran into William at school to build familiarity.

She studied like crazy to ensure she could get into the sa university as him.

Eventually, she succeeded.

Both she and William got into St. Andrews University, where she successfully beca his friend.

But only a friend.

Because of his royal upbringing, William's ideal girlfriend was expected to be a noblewoman.

Martin knew that Kate's eventual rise to princess status would be far from easy.

During their university years, William—much like his father, Charles—was incredibly flirtatious, bouncing between girlfriends like a playboy.

Kate, despite her feelings, never let it show.

She remained calm.

She even helped William pursue other won—becoming his closest confidante.

That was why he had brought her hunting today.

She was the perfect friend—never jealous, never clingy, always there.

For ten years, she endured his breakups, his makeups, and his constant romantic escapades.

Finally, when Queen Elizabeth herself stepped in and ordered the two to marry, William got cold feet.

But this ti, Kate stood her ground.

After a decade of patience, she refused to be tossed aside.

She fought for her place—and won.

Kate Middleton, after ten years of strategic maneuvering, finally achieved her dream.

She beca the Princess of Wales.

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