Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 534: Are You Issuing a Challenge?

The next day, Leonardo arrived at the set with a black eye.

Martin, surprised, asked, "Hey, did you sneak out and party all night? You didn’t sleep, did you?"

"Yeah, I didn’t sleep at all. It’s all that old bastard, Jack Nicholson’s fault. No, wait—it’s your fault!" Leonardo snapped.

Martin, confused, asked, "What does this have to do with ? What did Jack Nicholson do?"

"That jerk was screwing around next door and kept up all night!" Leonardo was furious.

What he didn’t ntion was that he didn’t stay awake the whole night. After Nicholson finished, Leonardo finally fell asleep, only to have a nightmare that sent chills down his spine.

In the dream, he was happily playing with beautiful, sexy models on the beach with water guns. Just as he captured one and tackled her to the ground, she suddenly started speaking in Jack Nicholson’s voice: "Call Martin, call Martin, call Martin..."

The dream shifted, and he found himself on a yacht, surrounded by his favorite blonde models with long legs. But as he walked from the yacht’s cockpit to the deck, the models all turned in unison. Their beautiful faces morphed into Nicholson’s old one, and they all shouted, "Call Martin, call Martin, call Martin..."

The dream shifted again, and he was back in his mansion. His current girlfriend, Barbra Lefarley, was busy in the open kitchen. As he approached her to greet her, Barbra suddenly turned around, and her face transford into Martin’s. She said, "Darling, I heard Nicholson wants you to call !"

Sweating profusely, Leonardo woke up from the nightmare, swearing he’d never close his eyes again.

"Wait, Nicholson was screwing around with ryl and you’re blaming ?" Martin asked, still confused.

"That old bastard made sure you could hear him! Damn it, he even told to call you! I ignored him, but you owe one," Leonardo replied.

Leonardo paused suddenly, then caught on. "Wait a minute... You said Nicholson was screwing ryl? ryl Streep? Looks like the rumors are true. These two must have been at it for over ten years..."

Martin stroked his chin, clearly intrigued by the gossip.

"Yep, I saw ryl Streep walk into Nicholson’s room. But why the hell did he want to make sure I heard them? What’s his point?" Martin was still puzzled.

"It’s because of your comnt, ’Can the old guy still get it?’ You started this, and now you owe !" Leonardo smirked.

Martin groaned. "Fine, so what do you want as repaynt?"

"We’ll swap rooms tonight. You sleep in my room, and I’ll sleep in yours," Leonardo suggested.

"Martin, Drew’s here to visit," a staff mber called out.

Martin paused for a mont, then grinned mischievously. "Okay, let’s swap rooms. Tonight, I’m giving that old bastard a lesson!"

Leonardo followed with a devilish chuckle, clearly knowing what Martin had in mind.

"Hey, ryl, don’t rush off. Let’s continue later tonight," Jack Nicholson called as ryl Streep was about to leave.

"I have work to do, Jack!" she replied.

"Just one night, please. I heard Leonardo wants to swap rooms with Martin. I need to make him respect us old folks!" Nicholson pleaded.

"You’re the old guy. I’m not old! Can’t you handle it? It’s just shaking the bed," ryl responded.

"That won’t do. Martin’s a clever guy, and unless he sees you walk into my room, he won’t believe it. Please, ryl," Jack persisted.

ryl finally relented. "Fine, just for one night. It won’t take long."

Jack was thrilled. "Before we go into the room, I’ll introduce you to Martin. Our relationship isn’t exactly a secret in Hollywood."

ryl was intrigued. She’d heard about Martin’s PR skills—he had helped Nicole win two Oscars for Best Actress and Charlize Theron once as well. Clearly, he knew his way around the Academy.

At 9 PM, there was a knock on Martin’s room door.

"Who could it be?" Drew, who was about to take a shower, wondered.

"I’ll get it!" Martin grinned.

Opening the door, there stood Jack Nicholson, the old guy who refused to grow up, and ryl Streep, standing beside him.

"Hey, little Martin," Jack greeted.

"Hey, Jack."

"Martin, let introduce you to—"

"No need, the famous ryl Streep, of course I know you. Your performance in The Silence of the Lambs was stunning," Martin replied.

ryl smiled. Martin’s complint made her feel good. That was her proudest film, even though she lost the Best Actress Oscar to Jodie Foster. Still, her performance in that movie was widely admired...

ryl Streep’s acting skills were beyond reproach!

"I’m glad to et you, Martin. I also really liked your performance in Pirates of the Caribbean. Your dramatic, over-the-top acting was stunning!" ryl added.

ryl had a good relationship with Harvey Weinstein and knew he and Martin didn’t get along, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to get along with Martin.

They chatted for a while, making Jack Nicholson feel a little jealous. Especially when ryl’s eyes would occasionally fall on Martin’s handso face, Jack couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy!

So what if he was handso? Back in the day, I was—well, never mind, I wasn’t that handso!

Old Jack was feeling a little down, but quickly rembered why he was there. "Martin, you should’ve figured out the situation with ryl and . So tonight, we—"

Jack made a well-known gesture, "I heard from Leonardo that the walls in the room are thin, so if it gets noisy tonight, don’t mind it."

Jack gave a proud look, causing ryl to chuckle.

Martin laughed inwardly, but managed to keep his expression calm. He grinned mischievously. "Well, Jack, since you put it that way, you also know Drew’s visiting tonight. We might get loud too, so don’t mind us!"

Jack’s face imdiately changed. "Are you challenging ?"

Martin smirked, adopting an even more arrogant expression than Jack’s. "Well, not really. The strength difference is clear."

"Hmph!" Jack snapped, pulling ryl Streep away.