Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 776 - 761: The Eye of Hollywood

The New York shoot for Joker wrapped up smoothly.

Martin flew the crew back to Los Angeles, taking Jenifer and Courteney with him, neither of whom wanted to leave.

Once back in LA, Martin gave himself and the crew a day off, planning to spend it tidying up his place at the Beverly Hills estate.

The next day, his manager Jeff Raymond showed up with Robert Downey in tow.

"You're being followed?" Martin asked, a little surprised.

Little Robert Donny's expression was grim as he nodded. "It's not paparazzi this ti—otherwise I'd just ignore it. It's the Eye of Hollywood. That notorious bastard."

Martin knew exactly who he ant.

The man was a famous Hollywood private investigator, real na Anthony Delitanoc, of Italian descent.

His favorite pasti was using all kinds of illegal thods to dig up scandals and private secrets about celebrities, then using them to extort huge sums of money.

His personal creed: "Everyone has a fatal weakness, and that weakness is scandal. The only way to deal with a scandal is to dig up another one."

This guy had nearly brought the likes of Stallone, Tom Cruise, and Michael Jackson to the brink of ruin.

But Martin distinctly rembered—hadn't he gone to prison in 2002?

"Anthony Delitanoc? Wasn't he locked up?" Martin asked.

Jeff Raymond explained, "He was released a long ti ago. He only got two years and three months. He was out by 2005."

"Why's he after Robert? Do you have sothing he can use against you?"

"No. But that bastard has no bottom line, and I don't want him ssing up my life. He had his guys plant a bug in my house! Damn it—if Suzanne hadn't noticed the flower vase was in the wrong place, we'd still be in the dark. She was so shaken up. That son of a bitch!"

Robert was seething.

Martin understood. Nobody would feel comfortable knowing their privacy was being watched without limits.

Jeff said, "Anthony's dangerous. He probably thinks Robert will relapse and wants to get proof for blackmail. Fortunately, Robert's genuinely turned over a new leaf."

"That guy's a real piece of work," Robert muttered.

"Got it," Martin said, understanding why they had co. They wanted him to deal with this.

He stood, clapped Robert on the shoulder. "Leave it to . Tell Suzanne not to worry either—I'll handle it."

...

"Warn ? Tell to stop bothering Robert and his family? Who the hell dares talk to like that?"

Anthony rubbed his shiny bald head, sneering. "Who thinks they've got that much clout? Think one sentence will make back off? Ha! I get over a hundred threats a day. And this guy thinks he can scare with words alone? Daydreaming!"

His thirty-year-old assistant shifted uneasily. "The caller's na was Gordon. He said the man warning us is nad Martin yers."

Anthony froze mid-smirk, rose from the sofa. "Who? Which Martin yers?"

"Uh… I think it's the Martin yers. The super-genius, industry heavyweight. He's pretty close with Robert."

"Martin yers… Martin yers…" Anthony paced in circles, his expression changing several tis before he stopped and sneered again. "So what? Unless I get paid, I'm not backing off. He wants to stop now? Fine—bring a million dollars."

"Boss… this is Martin yers we're talking about."

"So what? I'm the Eye of Hollywood."

His assistant began to suspect prison had knocked sothing loose in his boss's head.

When Gordon relayed the demand, Martin actually laughed in disbelief. This guy was neck-deep in trouble already, yet still so brazen. How had he survived in Hollywood this long?

Martin made a few phone calls.

Five days later, news broke that sent joy through Hollywood's celebrity circles—the man had been caught again.

The trial was swift and rciless.

That day, Judge Fischer declared, "Delitanoc has long acted with malice and arrogance, causing lasting damage to public trust in governnt institutions and inflicting physical, psychological, and emotional harm on his victims. In his work, he obtained scandals and private materials for clients to use in lawsuits or disputes, including wiretapping victims such as Tom Cruise, Stallone, and Clinton."

"Previously, Delitanoc served prison ti for illegal possession of firearms and explosives, yet showed no sign of reform. This court finds him guilty on 78 counts, sentences him to 15 years in prison, and fines him and his two accomplices two million dollars."

The case stirred Hollywood. So were overjoyed; others were terrified—mostly those who had once hired him.

The Los Angeles Tis reported: "Delitanoc was once among Hollywood's most infamous private detectives. His wiretapping scandals exposed the dirty dealings behind the polished images of stars. From this perspective, his conviction may help curb the industry's shadowy transactions. Celebrities ought to be pleased."

Anthony Delitanoc's life was over. For Martin, though, it was nothing more than a minor interlude.

At CAA's offices, Robert turned to Jeff in shock. "I just wanted him to back off. I didn't think Martin would actually send him to prison. That's… that's—" He trailed off, unable to find the right word.

Jeff chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Being friends with Martin cos with a strong sense of security."

Robert nodded in agreent.

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