America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 252: Chapter 249: The Real Street Snap

Los Angeles Hyatt Hotel, a rather ordinary sedan drove into the underground parking garage. Blake Lively took out her cellphone, glanced at the room number Martin had sent, exited the car, entered the private elevator area, and took the elevator to the top floor.

The double elevator doors slid open to the sides, and Blake immediately spotted her male god.

She had just rushed back to Los Angeles from outside the city, and she couldn't wait to get here.

Martin was standing at the doorstep, smiling at her.

"Ah—"

Blake screamed, and like a cannonball shot from its chamber, she hurled herself toward him.

Their bodies collided, with her feet even lifting into the air.

Martin held her tight, shouldered her up, and carried her into the room.

Blake, the fawning fanatic, opened her mouth and bit onto Martin's face.

As the room door closed, Martin gave her toned buttocks a smack and said, "Wrong spot!"

Blake released her teeth, jumped down from him, and flashed a brilliant set of teeth: "I didn't bite the wrong place. I'll take a bite, a taste, of all of you, one by one."

The fan, coveting her male god, had reached a certain pinnacle.

Female fans could be insanely devoted and attentive, requiring only that their idol yield.

Thus, a plot suitable for Sacred Valley emerged, an indescribable story between the male god and his female fan.

...…

In Sherman Oaks, after a busy day, Gillian Flynn returned home to Cody Community as the sky grew dark.

Parked by the roadside, a car window rolled down and Bruce called out from the driver's seat: "I'm here."

Gillian had received a call from Martin during the day and immediately climbed into the passenger seat: "Old Cloth, why couldn't you say it over the phone?"

Bruce said, "I'm bringing you guys at Entertainment Weekly a big scoop."

Gillian immediately thought: "I remember that the next issue's cover is about Martin and 'Wanted Order'."

"It's more than that," Bruce said broadly. "Martin and the lead actress of 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants,' Blake, are officially dating now, not yet exposed. How about featuring the related news and photos in Entertainment Weekly?"

As the deputy editor for the celebrity section, Gillian immediately delved into the theme: "I recall Blake was one of the sixteen people directly saved by Martin. The hero saves the beauty, and the beauty falls in love with the hero. With a little bit of spin, the topic is sure to explode."

Bruce suggested, "The production crew and Warner Bros. will also communicate with Entertainment Weekly. Give it a push on your end, and aim for better coverage."

As Gillian was offered a scoop, she readily agreed: "No problem, I'll keep an eye on it." Then she asked, "Do you need me to send a reporter to work with you on the photos?"

Bruce shook his head: "No need, I'll send you the photos." Stay updated through m-v l|-NovelBin.net

"I'll wait for your big news." Gillian got out of the car and went straight home.

Bruce took out his phone, first called Thomas, and as he prepared to call Martin, he thought about his old buddy's solid strength and decided to send a text message instead.

After a while, a message came back from the other side.

Knowing that Martin was busy, Bruce simply drove to Satellite City Venice, calling Cohler Kardashian along the way to invite her out for a drink.

Kim was busy in New York, so Bruce easily found a reason and an excuse not to meet the older sister but to call out the younger one.

The next day at noon, the wardrobe and makeup artists hired by the crew entered the suite to style Blake.

Of course, Martin couldn't escape either.

While the hairstylist was working on her hair, Blake asked with concern: "You're not paying for this, are you?"

"No," Martin said, sitting beside her. "Why do you ask?"

Blake lowered her voice: "If they ask you to foot the bill, I'll go to my dad and have his project team reimburse it."

Martin reached out and hooked Blake's fingers: "It's been a long time since anyone cared about me like this."

Blake clasped Martin's fingers and gave a light scratch: "Not only are you my boyfriend, but you're also my idol."

Martin could only say that Blake did everything a normal female fan could do.

As for the abnormal female fans, it's better not to think about them.

Like Manson's female fans, they were too terrifying.

Martin then asked, "What script did your father buy?"

"It's called 'Elvis and Annabelle,'" Blake replied curtly. "A love story."

She added, "My father is also negotiating another project with Warner Bros., I'm not very clear on the details, but I know it's a school comedy set in New York, possibly a series."

Martin nodded: "You're very suited for that style right now."

The wardrobe artist came in promptly, selecting casual outfits that not only suited Martin and Blake's personal styles but also accentuated their physiques, clearly signaling that they were a couple.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, a team of about a dozen people set off.

Three business vans headed first to Malibu to establish the location.

Blake boarded Martin's Escalade, with Bruce following in his car.

On the way, Thomas called: "It's not crowded right now, hurry on over."

The Escalade quickly arrived near Jeffrey Restaurant on the coast, stopping in an empty space.

The makeup artists hurried over, checked Martin and Blake's look, gestured an OK sign to the photographers, and said, "Let's start."

Martin held Blake's hand, walking along the shoreline towards the beach.

Both dressed in casual wear, but their carefully styled outfits were handsome and stunning.

The photographer set up the camera and, not quite satisfied with the lighting, shouted, "Get the reflector board up!"

An assistant immediately picked up the reflector board and joined Martin and Blake, walking along the beach with them.

Blake was prepared, but it was her first time doing a photoshoot like this, and she was inevitably a bit nervous.

The photographer reminded her, "Blake, relax a bit, more natural, you're just out on a regular date with Martin right now."

Blake didn't speak; she caught her breath and adjusted her pacing.

In a soft voice, Martin said, "When we go shopping in the future, the paparazzi shots will be ten times what they are today. Better get used to it quickly."

Blake nodded vigorously, turned to wrap her arms around Martin's neck, tiptoed, and kissed him, then shamelessly slipped in her tongue.

She did all this smoothly and naturally, her face and body radiating genuine pleasure.

The assistant holding the reflector board got a mouthful of 'dog food,' cursing words starting with 'F' in his heart, having to keep changing angles to accommodate their kissing.

The photographer had to make sure the photos were beautiful while still looking like candid shots, which was also quite a challenge.

After their passionate kiss, Martin continued walking with Blake, talking about the fun times they had in Mexico.

Blake laughed non-stop at his jokes, and if the reflector board were ignored, it would truly feel like an ordinary stroll.

Many "candid shots" of stars and supermodels, both beautiful and cool, are actually shot this way.

And most have fixed media collaborations.

Martin and Blake leaned on the coastal railing, quietly enjoying the sunset.

The cameraman had already taken nearly a hundred photos, but in the end, only about ten would be selected.

Watching the sun dip to the sea's horizon, Blake said, "How wonderful it would be to watch the sunrise and sunset together every day."

According to the usual script, Martin should say something like, 'I'll always be by your side.'

But being a principled man, he said, "That's why we need to cherish every beautiful moment."

Blake nodded, leaned in, and kissed Martin again under the sunset.

The eighteen-year-old girl was fully enjoying the sweetness of love.

Martin pointed to the famous Malibu Geoffrey's Restaurant in the distance and said, "I've booked dinner, let's go."

For better photoshoot results, Blake had had only a light breakfast and skipped lunch entirely.

She was hungry now, pulling Martin along, "I want a luxurious feast."

Martin picked up the pace, got into the Escalade, and shouted, "Old Cloth, drive."

But Bruce remained patient, "Wait a minute, let the photographer go ahead."

Professionals in their field, Martin and Blake had to wait a few minutes.

The photographer made it to a spot near the restaurant, chose the position and then called them.

Only then did Bruce drive over.

As Martin and Blake stepped out of the Escalade and walked hand in hand into the restaurant, the photographer shot continuously, capturing dozens more pictures.

Martin came to the west side of the restaurant, appreciating the sunset scenery while tasting delicious food.

The female fan, overwhelmed with love, almost couldn't restrain her heart's throbbing, wanting to drag her idol to face the sea and sunset for a passionate moment.

While these two were enjoying themselves, others outside still carried on their burdensome tasks.

Bruce picked up his phone and called, "Thomas, have them hurry up with the photos, I need them by nine tonight, and I'll deliver them to Entertainment Weekly."

"Got it," Thomas, who didn't have time for dinner, called the others to get into the van, "Let's go, let's go, hurry back to the studio, work is waiting for us!"

The crew paid overtime, and as a photographer who lives off this work, he immediately packed the equipment into the vehicle and rushed off to Burbank.

On the way, Thomas ordered pizza to be delivered directly to Warner Bros. Studios.

He too had to work overtime; he had to review all the shortlisted photos personally before he could rest easy.

At eight-thirty, Bruce drove Martin and Blake back to the Hyatt Hotel and waited outside for a bit until Thomas drove over.

The two met with the prearranged Gillian Flynn in the hotel's coffee shop.

After getting the photos, she went home to look at them overnight and wrote the copy with the passion of writing a novel.

The new issue of "Entertainment Weekly" hit the shelves, with a cover of Martin in his "Wanted Order" look, and the title page featured a photo of Martin and Blake holding hands, watching the sunset together.

"After being rescued from the hands of the villains by Martin Davis, Blake Lively chose to fall in love with her hero!"

Meanwhile, on Martin's blog, photos of him and Blake gesturing heart shapes to each other were posted.

Bruce sent some privately taken photos of Martin and Blake to paparazzi like Jody.

The gossip media scrambled to follow.

"Martin and Blake, darlings of the world."

Typical gossip papers like "US Rumors" went even further, "Blake Lively had said Martin is her idol, her hero, her heartthrob, and now she's taken all of that into her arms!"