America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The train arrived at the station, the doors opened, and the office hotshot Martin Davis, carrying a black briefcase, hurried into the carriage and found an empty seat, as if he were really in a rush, checking his watch repeatedly.

Just as the doors were about to close, the clicking sound of high heels echoed insistently.

Eight professional women entered the carriage one after another, some wearing suits, others in ladylike blazers, NYPD uniforms, or flight attendant attire.

Not only were their figures tall and slender, but their makeup was also exquisite and their work outfits were beautifully designed, fitting snugly and accentuating their curves.

Carolina in her light purple flight attendant uniform and Angela Lindvall in her NYPD uniform took the seats to the left and right of Martin.

Across from him, the domineering CEO Ambrosio, accompanied by her assistants Candice and Doutzen, took their places on another bench seat.

With no seats left, Heidi Klum led Miranda Kerr and Isabel, gripping the handrail as they stood in the aisle.

As the train started moving, Angela and Carolina became unstable, leaning onto Martin.

Directly in front of Martin, Ambrosio in her short skirt seemed uncomfortable with the shaking, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Candice's button hadn't been sewn on properly, and it suddenly popped off.

The button rolled around the carriage, coming to a stop at Martin's feet, as if in defiance.

Martin had only simply designed the scene and concept, the rest was all improvised.

The sisterhood, seasoned in such playacting, had already assumed their roles.

Martin inwardly sighed, "Why must it be such a trial!"

Heidi Klum bent down and suddenly asked, "Handsome, are you here alone?"

Under her pale blue blazer, she wore a wide-collared silk shirt. As she bent down, the neckline plunged.

Martin, who had survived trials and tribulations, though excited, remained as steadfast as a mountain.

The theme for today was that he, a regular office worker on the commuter train, encountered a pack of she-wolves.

To his left and right, Carolina and Lindvall leaned on him.

Heidi Klum, gripping the handrail, slipped off her high heels and stretched out a foot, aiming straight for his weak spot.

Martin was terrified. Breaking free from the constraints on either side, he leapt up and dodged to one side, leaning against a handrail post.

The others closed in.

In that moment, Oscar-worthy acting erupted from Martin. He was like a sheep scared by a pack of wolves, all fright and fear.

Such a scene, such an attitude and atmosphere, immersed all the professional she-wolves in the act.

As long as they believed everything was real, then it was real.

Heidi was the first to press in. Miranda Kerr and Isabel circled behind, cutting off Martin's retreat, while Ambrosio with Candice and Doutzen blocked his left side, and Carolina and Angela blocked his right.

This poor man was truly pitiable, a sight that provoked immense sympathy.

The wolf-like crowd closed in on Martin from all sides, pressing against him, each reaching out with sinful hands.

One man faced an onslaught from eight people, helpless against them, like a lone raft in a storm-tossed sea, liable to be swallowed by the tides at any moment.

In an instant, Martin was a sight too ghastly to bear.

He was mauled by the pack until he no longer matched a human's typical structure.

A normal human has 206 bones, but now Martin had 207— he had grown one very hard bone.

Facing the scoundrel who missed his own wedding, Heidi took the lead, breaching the column!

But the first one in is also the first to fall.

The others swarmed forward, ganging up on Martin, vying with each other, culminating in a lively Latin dance.

Carolina suddenly shouted, "I think after this island party, I'll save 200 batteries!"

Angela laughed, "Don't you like using Martin's Joker statue? That thing requires manual labor."

Candice pushed both aside and called out, "My turn, my turn!"

The train carriage started shaking violently at that moment—a special design modification perfectly simulating a real-life setting, adding a touch of spice.

The main hall of another holiday villa was transformed into a strictly managed, old-fashioned school classroom, with Leonardo in his student uniform sitting at a desk, facing the tutelage of several female teachers.

A student who didn't work hard and didn't complete numerous assignments could only accept the strict punishment of his teachers.

Every 11 seconds, Leonardo trembled uncontrollably.

In the end, he was disciplined according to the law.

Another villa, originally the medical facility on the island, had been converted into a luxury sickroom especially for this group of unique guests.

Not long after arriving on the island, Nicholson fell ill and had to be admitted to the sickroom.

A few nurses accompanied the female doctor to check on Nicholson, listening to his heartbeat and thoroughly examining him from head to toe, only to find his condition extremely serious.

Doctor Lima said, "The patient is in critical condition and has entered a special state. We must take emergency measures, or his life is at risk."

"Doctor, let me do it!" Nurse Rosie offered eagerly, volunteering to step up, "I'll make sure he's out of danger!"

The other nurses said, "You go first; we're here if it doesn't work out."

Doctor Lima nodded, "Time is life, my friend. Hurry with the rescue."

The dedicated doctors and nurses sprang into action to save Nicholson's life.

Nicholson quickly came to from his coma and cooperated with the doctors and nurses to save him.

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As the sky darkened, nearly twenty supermodels donned custom-made Christmas outfits and appeared in the dining room.

The spirited Martin, the somewhat decadent Leonardo, and the listless Nicholson also wore Christmas-themed costumes.

The waitstaff and the like had been sent back to the eastern side of the island long ago.

This side was reserved solely for the Trio of Scoundrels and Ambrosio's circle of close friends to celebrate Christmas.

Ambrosio came over and reminded them, "You need to eat more protein-rich food. The party won't end for another two days."

Martin picked up a bottle of wine and poured for all the glasses, declaring, "I'm in it for the long haul."

Leonardo managed a weak smile, "I'll sleep tonight and continue the revelry tomorrow."

Nicholson, who had been quite tough-talking when he arrived on the island, seemed deflated and confused, "Two more days? That long?"

Everyone came over to get their drinks, Martin took command of the floor, raising his glass high and proclaimed, "This one, we toast to AA, wishing her merry Christmas, happy New Year, and a joyous marriage."

Flushed from just getting out of the train carriage, Ambrosio was in even better spirits than at the Victoria's Secret show, responding, "Martin, I felt the sincerity of your blessings today, I accept it!"

Leonardo blew a rascally whistle, and Angela and Carolina echoed in response.

Martin flicked his glass and asked, "Want to make AA even happier?"

"Yes!" others shouted in a mix.

All eyes turned to Martin and Ambrosio, waiting for Martin to bestow blessings on Ambrosio then and there.

Martin, however, raised his glass and said, "Then let's drink up."

Leonardo couldn't help but wave his hand dismissively, "Pfft!"

The others also showed their discontent, shouting, "Martin, without your input, how can AA be happy?"

Martin drained his glass in one go.

Ambrosio promptly did the same with her drink.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The rest followed suit.

Martin then said, "Let's eat first to build up strength, then we can do other things."

The Christmas feast was incredibly lavish, and everyone picked up their plates to choose their preferred dishes.

Martin took a good amount of high-protein and high-calorie food and upon sitting, noticed Nicholson looking worse for wear across from him, he inquired, "Don't push yourself if you're not feeling up to it."

Nicholson retorted, "Who's not up to it? Who's fallen down? Martin, you bastard, don't defame me!"

Leonardo then came over, took a seat nearby, and asked, "Should we switch roles? It's too tiring to be a student."

"It's definitely necessary to switch it up," Nicholson said, "Lying in a hospital bed, letting them save me, wasn't a very good experience after a while."

Martin suggested, "How about Leo playing the patient? That's less taxing."

Leonardo rubbed his back and agreed, "Fine, I'll do that."

Nicholson felt the wrinkles on his face and said to Martin, "With me being this old, playing a student for these young girls is too out of place. I'll go to the commuter train and play the commuter."

Martin consented, "Alright, we'll switch tomorrow, then helicopter the day after."

Nicholson, worn out from the exertion and medical interventions, began to accept his age and said, "I'll pass on the helicopter outing the day after."

"That's fine," Leonardo added, "If you drop dead, Martin and I will have lost our leader."

Nicholson revealed a fact, "Leo, you fool, haven't you noticed that the most troublesome ideas among the Trio of Scoundrels always come from Martin?"

Leonardo thought hard and admitted, "Seems like it."

Martin defended himself, "I've always been the one cheering and covering for you guys, alright?"

Two middle fingers stood in front of him.

After the meal, Heidi Klum turned on the stereo, and Mariah Carey, as reliable as ever, started the Christmas anthem, with the crowd drinking, making merry, and dancing wildly.

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The almost-married Ambrosio and the already-married Heidi Klum were the wildest players among the sisterhood.

The next morning, upon Martin's suggestion, everyone switched roles and sets.

Different from Leonardo, Martin donned a priest costume, stepped into the classroom, and assumed the role of a teacher, instructing the female students in human anatomy.

The career-focused women of yesterday had all become students.

Without a proper anatomy teacher, Martin beckoned the youngest blonde model, "Candice, come here to model for the class, the teacher will check your body."

Martin was a good teacher, solemnly explaining the lesson and occasionally questioning the class.

"Now Miranda will answer the question," Martin asked seriously, "From a physiological standpoint, what's the best compliment a man can give a woman?"

Miranda Kerr, who had been a model since she was young, a true academic underachiever, said, "You're beautiful?"

Martin approached her, "Wrong answer!"

Miranda asked curiously, "Teacher, what's the correct answer?"

Martin announced, "You'll understand very soon."

As a strict teacher, it was only natural to use a stick for the education of students lacking ambition, to ensure they would remember the lessons well.