America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Under the azure sky of the Caribbean Sea, three helicopters smoothly took off, heading for Florida.

On the helicopters, the cockpit and the cabin were completely isolated from each other.

Once the helicopter stopped climbing and began to fly steadily, the fervor erupted inside the one Martin was on.

Candice, a model from South Africa, was the first to stir.

There's a unique thrill to being disconnected from the ground, thousands of feet up in the air, cutting through the turbulence.

By the time the helicopter reached the hotel in Miami, Martin stepped out of the cabin gasping for air.

Coming down from the top floor back to the presidential suite, the supermodels, led by Heidi and Ambrosio, high-fived each other, celebrating the successful end of the party.

Martin greeted them and retired to his room to sleep, ignoring everyone else.

The more fun they had in the past few days, the more exhausted they were now.

When Martin woke up, it was already dark outside, and the snoring of Leonardo and Nicholson could be heard from the other two rooms of the suite.

Seeing that these two fools wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he got up, washed himself, and went out for dinner.

Continuous action takes its toll, after all.

As he left, he happened to run into Carolina and Angela Lindvall who were also heading downstairs.

They decided to have dinner together in the restaurant downstairs.

Each ordered their dishes, and the three chatted while they ate.

Carolina asked with great curiosity, "The tabloids are all over your affairs with Jolie and Aniston. Did you really get both of them at the same time?"

"How could that be?" said Martin while cutting his steak, "If you were in a formal relationship with me, could you tolerate me acting like I did on the island?"

Angela immediately shook her head, "Of course not. An official boyfriend has to be devoted utterly to his girlfriend."

Martin asked, "Like AA's fiancé and Heidi's husband?"

The supermodels had similar views on some matters. Carolina pitched in, "Modeling is a high-stress job. We exercise a lot and have high hormone secretion. Appropriate relaxation can help ease stress and clear emotions. That way, our interactions with boyfriends or husbands can be more harmonious."

Martin understood and heaved a long sigh, "Actors are under a lot of pressure too."

Carolina asked, "Was this trip a way to decompress?"

Martin nodded, "Certainly. I released all the built-up pressure and feel much lighter now. I can go back and dive into work with full enthusiasm."

Angela laughed hearing his amusing response and then, testing the waters, said, "Martin, I think you're quite nice. How about we try dating?"

Before Martin could decline, Carolina glared at her, "Angie, you've crossed the line! Trying to make something public exclusive, they'll tear your mouth apart!"

Martin tapped on the table, "Hey, KK…"

"Sorry, Martin," Carolina realized she misspoke, "I didn't mean it that way. It was just a metaphor."

Martin nodded, "I know."

Angela could tell that Martin had no intention of officially dating her and could only say, "You'd better show me around when I go to Los Angeles."

That reminded Martin of something about Georgina and he replied, "No problem. I'll introduce you to people from the fashion industry in Los Angeles."

Carolina quickly added, "Don't forget about me either."

Martin responded, "Of course, I'll welcome each of you with the warmest hospitality when you visit."

Before they finished eating, Martin received a call from Leonardo.

He and Nicholson had woken up and were about to hit the bar downstairs for a drink, calling Martin to join them.

After paying the bill, Martin asked about the location of the hotel's bar, took the elevator down, and Angela and Carolina followed him.

Upon arriving in the lobby, Martin saw Bruce and said, "You two go ahead, I'll be right there."

The two women went straight to the bar.

Martin asked Bruce, "What's up?" Experience exclusive tales on empire

Bruce said, "Thomas called, the deal with Cadillac is pretty much settled. Two years, ten million US dollars a year."

This was within Martin's expectations, "That's fine."

Bruce continued, "Cadillac wants to sign the contract ASAP and shoot a commercial in January. They want the new ad to catch the Super Bowl. Also, they plan to sponsor the cars for the main creators of 'Limitless' at the premiere."

Martin replied straightaway, "Tell Thomas to let Cadillac's people talk to the production team."

Bruce said, "I'll call Thomas back right now."

After giving Bruce his instructions, Martin headed to the bar.

Once Bruce had briefed Thomas on the phone, he followed Martin.

Martin entered the bar and as he turned past the soundproof vestibule, he heard the clamor of an argument and saw that many people were watching.

Peering through the gaps between people, in the dim light, Martin saw Leonardo and Nicholson.

Nearby, there were Angela, Carolina, Miranda Kerr and a few other supermodels.

Across from these people stood several others, confronting Leonardo and Nicholson. An argument had broken out, and it seemed to involve Miranda Kerr.

Leonardo shielded her behind him.

The man leading the opposition was spitting at Leonardo, looking like he might throw a punch at any moment.

Although he was the last in rank within the Trio of Scoundrels, Martin never hesitated in a pinch. He strode towards them, pushing his way through the crowd in the aisle as he went, saying, "Make way, make way."

Passing the bar, Martin spotted a bottle of Coke on the counter, picked one up casually, and made his way through the obstruction of the crowd.

Bruce drew a US dollar bill and placed it on the bar behind him.

Orlando Bloom was the one spraying F-words at Leonardo, all kinds of them spewing out incessantly.

"Miranda, have you forgotten the promise you made to me after the Victoria's Secret show? Come here!" Orlando Bloom saw Leonardo blocking the way: "Damn it, you're screwing up someone's love life!"

Leonardo, standing in front of Miranda Kerr, said, "Shut your filthy mouth, get lost. Miranda turned you down, stop f***ing harassing her."

Orlando, pointing at Leonardo, said, "F*** you! You shameless third party..."

Nicholson glanced over at Orlando's group, only recognizing Viggo Mortensen to his left; the other two men were strangers.

Four men on their side, only two on ours. In case of a fight... Nicholson quickly stopped recording on his phone, ready to speed-dial Martin.

Before his finger could press the button, he saw Martin split Carolina and Angela apart and walk over with large strides.

Seeing the bottle of Coke in Martin's hand, Nicholson immediately felt reassured.

The old rogue returned to his nature, and the phone was back to recording mode.

Martin tapped Leonardo's shoulder, standing side by side with him, and said to Orlando Bloom, "Hey, buddy, don't start throwing punches. It could lead to trouble."

"You motherfu..." Orlando instinctively wanted to swear.

Martin raised the Coke bottle in his hand, rubbing his scalp as if scratching an itch.

Orlando's next words were choked in his throat, his eyes fixed on the bottle.

Having just arrived at the bar, he hadn't drunk much, his head was clear, and he knew who the man across from him was, what he had done.

Leonardo's spine suddenly straightened, stiffening up as he said, "Get lost! Stop harassing my companions!"

There weren't just Miranda Kerr; there were also Carolina, Angela Lindvall, Erin Heatherton, and other models. Orlando didn't want to back down, he tried to speak again but was pulled by Viggo Mortensen.

This actor's public persona was that of a nice guy. He quickly stepped between Orlando and Leonardo, but his gaze fell on Martin: "It's just a little verbal conflict, no need to make a big deal, right?"

Martin set the Coke down and said, "I came to break up the fight."

Orlando tried to speak again, but Viggo Mortensen waved his hand back, giving him a push, and said incessantly, "You go on, we're in a hurry, gotta go."

Leonardo looked at Orlando with scorn in his eyes.

Martin lifted the Coke again.

Viggo Mortensen's gaze tightened, but he didn't move away, leaving Orlando Bloom to face the Cola War God.

Martin reached out, took the bottle opener Bruce passed to him, popped open the Coke with a 'thud', took a sip, and said, "Bottled Coke is still the best."

Viggo Mortensen pulled Orlando back a few steps and then quickly left.

"Alright, folks, don't block the way," announced Leonardo, the victor in tone. "Pour everyone a glass of George whiskey, it's on me!"

The bar erupted in cheers.

Orlando's group hadn't left the bar yet when they heard the noise and turned back to look.

Viggo Mortensen had no reaction.

Orlando, however, glared hatefully at Leonardo and Martin but, at that moment, he could only swallow his anger.

On the other side, Martin sat down, slowly sipping his Coke.

The women were all staring at Martin with shining eyes; Carolina even called the waiter and ordered a bottle of cold Coke for everyone.

Nicholson turned off the video recording on his phone with great disappointment and complained, "Martin, you should have hit him! I was waiting to sell the footage for my retirement fund!"

Hearing this, Angela and Carolina almost choked on their drinks.

Martin ignored him, asking, "What's the fuss about?"

Leonardo glanced at Miranda Kerr: "As soon as we came in, that idiot came over trying to drag Ke'er away. She refused, and he kept pestering her."

Those supermodels weren't easy to deal with. Miranda Kerr said, "After the Victoria's Secret show, I talked with him for a while, accepted the flowers he offered. I thought it was just a fan appreciating my walk, just a pure gesture of giving flowers backstage, but he clearly misunderstood, thinking that I had agreed to his pursuit."

She looked towards Martin, her tone teasing, "I came to the bar with Leo and Jack because you were coming, Martin. We're the companions; why would I go with someone as rude as him?"

Carolina and Angela exchanged a glance, the newly signed Victoria's Secret model seemed to have a lot on her mind.

"You should be thankful to Leo," Martin said on purpose.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Miranda Kerr raised her Coke: "To Leo."

Leonardo lifted his bottled Coke: "To everyone."

They clinked their Coke bottles together.

Another pleasant evening ensued—it was the Trio of Scoundrels' last day on vacation in Miami.