Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 55 - 55

Chapter 55

In the car.

The girls all looked at Martin, waiting for him to make a decision. But when the girls' eyes t, there seed to be a deep aning. Martin, who was imrsed in his thoughts, did not notice this.

"Martin, what do you say?"

"Well, let's go to Lindsay's house."

"Wow, that's great, you're all staying at my house tonight, sleeping in my room."

Jessica hurriedly said, "I have no problem."

Dorothy added, "That's okay with ." Martin felt sothing was wrong, but he was still imrsed in Lindsay's sad future and didn't think much about it. He also said, "Okay, I'll sleep on the floor."

"Yes!"

Lindsay was extrely happy. Although it was Jessica's idea to invite Martin this ti, Lindsay did feel lonely in this ho. If it weren't for friends like Jessica, Dorothy, and Martin, she really wanted to run away from ho.

Martin's car stopped in front of Lindsay's small villa.

"Do you need to stay here? I can sleep in the car," Gordon asked.

Martin waved his hand and said, "No, the security here is pretty good. Co pick up tomorrow morning."

"Okay, my phone will stay open." In order to facilitate contact, Gordon was also equipped with a mobile phone. In the 1990s, even in the United States, mobile phones were valuable items.

Watching Gordon leave, Martin turned back and laughed loudly, "Girls, let's go visit Lindsay's ho!"

Lindsay's ho is a small villa, rented, with a good environnt. The neighbors are all wealthy middle-class families. The rent money was earned by Lindsay from advertising, including her school fees.

"Co on, please co and visit my ho."

Lindsay opened the door excitedly. Then she saw the wine bottles piled up in the living room. Going to the kitchen, there were still wine bottles everywhere, so of them still had liquor left in them, and the room was filled with a strong sll of wine.

Living in such an environnt, it is no wonder that Lindsay would beco addicted to alcohol in the future. Lindsay was not surprised. After leading everyone to visit the first floor, she smiled and said, "Please ignore the first floor, this is not my turf."

Coming to the second floor, there are three rooms, including Lindsay's younger brother and sister's room and her own room. Her parents live in the downstairs bedroom.

"Dang dang dang, this is my room, please co in."

Lindsay's bedroom is not big, about fifteen square ters, but the decoration inside is very warm. A small desk, a small bed, a small cabinet, a small chair, and many, many dolls. On Lindsay's small bed, Martin also saw a Kung Fu Panda puppet.

Since the book beca popular, Kung Fu Panda peripherals have sold very well. Just licensing the peripherals has made Martin a lot of money.

"I now sleep with Bao in my arms every day."

Lindsay threw herself on the bed, picked up Fat Bao, who was almost as tall as her, and then rolled on the bed.

Ahem!

Dorothy coughed a few tis, trying to remind Lindsay that she was gone, but out of the corner of her eye, when she saw Martin turning his attention to the desk on the other side, she didn't say anything.

Martin was curiously looking at the open book on the desk, which was full of text and also had so childish illustrations. At first glance, it was Lindsay's handwriting.

"Lindsay, are you writing a novel as well?" Martin pointed to the desk and asked, "Can I have a look?"

Due to the arrival of her friend, Lindsay, who was rolling excitedly on the bed, suddenly scread, jumped up, rushed to the desk, closed the notebook, and hid it behind her.

"No, you can't read it. This is not a novel. It is sothing I wrote randomly."

Lindsay's movents were not bad, her reactions were not bad, but she had a spy!

Jessica quietly walked around behind Lindsay and snatched the notebook away.

"Ah——!" Lindsay scread and tried to grab it.

"Dorothy, co and help," Jessica yelled.

"I'm coming."

The girls started to fight... that scene made Martin watch with relish, it was so beautiful!

A few minutes later, Lindsay was pressed under the body by the tall and long-legged Dorothy, her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. And Jessica, triumphant, walked to the bedside, opened the book in her hand, and said with a smile, "Let's read the novel written by Lindsay."

Then she began to read:

"In 1992, the Navy's sonar system detected a whale with a strange sound in the northern waters of the Pacific Ocean."

"So people poetically call the sounds made by whales 'whale songs,' which is how whales communicate with each other. The vocal frequency of ordinary whales is generally between 15 Hz and 40 Hz, but the vocal frequency of this whale is 52 Hz, hence the na 52-hertz whale."

"The 52 Hertz whale is over twenty years old. For more than twenty years, the 52 Hertz whale has never been with other whales, swimming alone in the endless ocean."

"Because it is the only whale in the world that sings at this frequency, other whales cannot understand or even hear the sound it makes."

"It's the loneliest whale in the world."

"My na is Catherine, I am 11 years old."

"Sotis, I feel like my life is like that 52 Hertz whale - swimming alone in the sea, no one wants to listen to what I am saying, no one wants to know what I need..."

"Until one day I t a boy nad Matt..."

"He is very good at telling stories, and they are original stories. They are very exciting, even more exciting than those best-selling books sold in bookstores..."

"He is willing to listen to , even if what I say are things that only naive little kids like to hear, he is still willing to listen..."

"The day he admitted that we were good friends, I was really happy..."

The room beca quiet. Dorothy and Lindsay hugged each other quietly and lay on the bed. Jessica leaned on the head of the bed and read slowly, her eyes wandering over Lindsay and Martin from ti to ti. Martin sat down on the floor, held his chin in one hand, and listened quietly.

"In the past, I walked alone, took a car alone, went shopping alone, cooked alone, read alone, went to class alone, studied alone, and was dazed alone... I was very lonely!"

"Now, I still walk alone, ride alone, go shopping alone, cook alone, and read alone. But I can see Martin (blackout) Matt in class, and I can also see Matt in self-study. When I am alone in a daze, all I think about is Matt... I no longer feel lonely."

"If life is a boat, then I don't need anyone else on my boat. Matt is enough to accompany ..."

When Jessica read the last word, the room was quiet for a mont.

Then—

Dorothy said, "Okay, Lindsay, tell , is this a love letter you wrote to Martin!"

Jessica added, "Lindsay, you are going too far. You don't even have Tao and in your book, Lexi!"

The two girls pounced on Lindsay again.

"Ah——!" Lindsay scread and said harshly, "No, no, the characters are all made up by . It's Matt, not Martin, it's Katherine, not Lindsay, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no, I'm itching, Martin, help !"

The story is just a story, but Martin could hear the loneliness of a little girl in it, and the pity in his eyes grew even stronger.

At this ti, hearing Lindsay's cry for help, Martin naturally couldn't just sit back and ignore it; of course, he wanted to join in.

"Haha, Rogue Martin is here!"

Martin threw himself among the girls.

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𝙥𝗮𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣(.)𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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