America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 284: Chapter 281: Report to the Police

For over a decade, her golden-brown long hair had already become the trademark of Miss Aniston.

Her hair was more than just about her look, it also involved her brand.

Martin understood the reason, "Cutting your long hair would mean breaching the contract?"

Annie nodded slightly, "The clothing, cosmetics, and mineral water I endorse all have restrictive clauses. I can't cut my long hair."

It was normal to have restrictive clauses in endorsement contracts that came with high endorsement fees, Martin said, "My Coca-Cola endorsement contract also has exclusivity clauses for alcohol and beverages."

Annie returned to the previous topic, "That film set has many well-known actors, besides Blanchett, there are also Julian Moore, Richard Gere, the New Batman Bale, and Australian actor Heath Ledger."

Martin's words were always pleasant to hear, "All of them together don't measure up to you alone."

Time passed quickly. After taking a breath, the two returned to the studio to continue shooting.

Today, Martin and Miss Aniston had fewer scenes to shoot. As soon as the sky became overcast, they were able to wrap up early and prepare to return to the hotel.

These days, Miss Aniston and Martin lived and moved together just like a couple from the set.

Together with Bruce, the three of them entered the parking lot, where the crew had provided a Mercedes for Martin.

Martin walked ahead towards the Mercedes when suddenly, he heard the roaring of an engine nearby, sounding like some kind of large-displacement American muscle car.

He turned his head to look, and a blue Mustang coupe burst out from among the parked vehicles.

Bruce sensed danger and shouted, "Watch out!"

Martin reacted swiftly, pulling Annie to hide behind a nearby hefty concrete stanchion.

The car was clearly heading this way.

The Mustang wasn't moving fast, but it was unclear whether the driver was unskilled or there was another reason for the car's erratic, wobbling motion like that of a drunken drunkard.

Annie, shielded by Martin, clutched the back of his coat tightly and, looking at his broad back, a sense of safety surged within her.

But the roaring of the muscle car's engine pulled Annie back to reality.

The blue coupe seemed out of control, its half front end scraping against the waist-high concrete stanchion, creating a grating, unpleasant noise, and the headlights shattered.

At a distance of just four or five meters, Annie's heart raced to her throat.

If not for Martin pulling her out of the way in time, the Mustang would have hit them directly.

The car's driver apparently turned the wheel, and with a thud, the front passenger wheel collided with the concrete stanchion.

The Mustang came to a halt.

Bruce circled to the rear of the car, keeping a close eye on the person behind the wheel.

Martin, however, clearly saw who was in the car. He signaled to Bruce and cautiously approached from behind the stanchion.

Miss Aniston followed close behind Martin, feeling secure only this way.

As the driver's side door of the Mustang opened and a foot stepped out, a voice came through, "Fuck! Damn concrete, why did it block my way?"

Once the person got out, he kicked the concrete stanchion forcefully, "Get lost! Get away from me!" He then flipped the bird to the stanchion, "Idiot, don't fuckin' block me!"

Martin reminded, "Buddy, you almost hit us. Shouldn't you apologize first?"

The guy turned around, facing the direction of Martin and Annie, and instead of an apology, he burst out with an expletive, "Fuck!"

Martin took a good look to make sure he wasn't mistaken—it was Australian actor Heath Ledger.

The other man was swaying, excited, his bulging eyes bloodshot.

This state was all too familiar to anyone who'd spent time in Hollywood.

Before Martin could react, Heath Ledger stuffed a vial of drugs into his overcoat pocket and loudly stated, "Don't fucking block my way!"

He seemed not quite lucid, "Assholes, bitches, all get out of my way!"

People on drugs were not right in the head. Martin initially didn't want to bother with him, but after hearing those vulgar words, he grew unceremonious, "Watch your language. You had better apologize to us!"

Perhaps in his normal state, this was a modest and decent man.

But on drugs, what he could turn into was probably something even God wouldn't know.

Heath Ledger glanced sideways at Martin and Annie and as he walked past them, he raised his arm intending to flip them off.

With his movement, the raised arm was heading right towards Annie, pointing vaguely at her chest.

This was Martin's livelihood at stake, and he would not allow any tarnish to come upon it!

Moreover, Martin was the sort who liked stirring trouble even when there wasn't any.

Now, with a chance to cause a ruckus coming straight to him, he was not going to let it pass.

Before Heath Ledger's middle finger could extend, Martin grabbed his forearm, twisted it behind his back in one swift move, then kicked the back of Ledger's knee, pressing down hard on him. Enjoy more content from M V L

"Ow—" shouted Heath Ledger, his head forced down onto the rough concrete stanchion.

Though he wasn't gripping a Coca-Cola bottle, Martin, the Cola War God, grabbed Heath Ledger's wrist with one hand and pressed his elbow against the back of his neck with the other.

A powerful lock on a man!

Annie was stunned for a moment, but after a few gasps for air, Martin had subdued the man?

Martin turned his head slightly, winking at Annie.

Having carefully investigated the studio earlier, Bruce knew the equipment was outdated. Due to privacy concerns and secrecy regarding the crew, there were no surveillance cameras installed.

"Bastard! Fuck!" Ledger struggled desperately, but it was like being pinned down by a mountain, utterly unable to move, and he roared in fury, "Damn it, let me go!"

However, his voice was immediately drowned out by shrill screams.

Martin and Annie, this conniving couple, had recently been practicing 72 methods of exploring tunnels with great tacit understanding.

Annie grasped Martin's intention and yelled out, tearing at her throat, "Molestation! Molestation! Help me! Martin, save me..."

The woman's screams carried exceptionally far.

Bruce covered his face with a hand; these actors really knew how to perform!

When it came to Hollywood stars, he wouldn't believe a single word from anyone but Martin!

All those tales of persecution, love that deepens, and giving one's all for a role should be taken with a grain of salt.

Bruce put away his camera-equipped phone, sliding it into his pocket.

Martin, pressing down firmly on Ledger, shouted angrily, "Bastard, what have you done?"

The other was about to collide with him and Annie, so of course Martin's false accusation came easily, "Were you trying to kill us? What kind of man are you to bully a woman!"

With his face and mouth against the rough cement and his mind fuzzy from drugs, Ledger couldn't make sense of the situation.

Around the corner from the parking lot, several people came running, with the studio's security personnel at the forefront.

Following behind were Bale, Blanchett, and Julian Moore.

The trio, having just left the soundstage, were preparing to head back to their hotel when they heard Annie's screams and rushed over at the first opportunity.

Martin saw them and his mind raced with thoughts.

Annie had gone to the "I'm Not There" crew for a casting call a while ago and knew there was a big shot behind the production, one who didn't get along with Martin.

She wouldn't let her little lover suffer, especially as the other almost collided with her and called her a biatch to her face.

Determined to make a scene, Annie pulled out her phone, dialed 911, and said to both Martin and Old Cloth, "I'm calling the police!"

Bruce glanced at Ledger's condition and with his vast experience didn't misjudge it, nodding slightly toward Martin.

"Jen, he meant us harm, call the police!" said Martin.

One on drugs never knows what outrageous things might be done. Martin wanted to play it safe too.

Martin and Bruce weren't afraid, but Annie was alone at the studio sometimes.

The people were coming closer and closer, and Annie stepped back, leaning against the passenger door of the Mercedes, her face exhibiting fear as if it were second nature, also pressing the call button to alert the police.

The first security officer to arrive immediately recognized Martin and Annie, and also the person who was pinned to the hood of the car, grabbing his rubber baton, "Mr. Davis, don't be hasty! What happened?"

"This man was indecent towards Miss Annie and me, nearly hit us with his car, and I subdued him. I suspect he's on drugs," Martin explained succinctly without beating around the bush.

After calling the police, Annie exchanged a glance with Martin.

Bruce had called the crew, and David Heyman, the Warner Bros. representative at the studio, immediately headed their way.

Bale, Blanchett, and Moore had already figured out the situation.

Moore, who was acquainted with Annie, came over to comfort her.

Bale, recognizing Martin and Ledger, had no actual acquaintance with Martin but had a decent relationship with Ledger, took a step forward and said, "Mate, let the man go."

Blanchett, being Australian and a core member of the Australian Gang in Hollywood, felt compelled to lend a hand to Ledger, adding, "Could there be some misunderstanding? Ledger has always been a gentleman and wouldn't..."

"A misunderstanding?" Martin had no intention of letting go, and he signaled the wild horse on the car, "If Jen and I hadn't run fast, he would have slammed us into a concrete bollard already! Afterwards, he insulted Jen, tried to attack her, all witnessed by my own eyes. Are you saying this is a misunderstanding?"

Annie nodded repeatedly, her face filled with grief and anger.

Despite this, Blanchett didn't give up, still trying to mediate, "We are here, Ledger surely can't do anything more."

Martin moved aside slightly to let everyone see Ledger's face clearly, "He's drugged up; do you think he's sober? Can he control himself?"

"Fuck!" Ledger suddenly felt intense pain on his hands and neck, and with his emotions already controlled by the drugs, he became even more uncontrollable, "You two pieces of shit... I will not let you go! I'm going to kill you..."

Several security officers immediately stepped in front of the stars, also warning, "Mr. Bale, Miss Blanchett, please step back and keep your distance."

"He's... he's doing it again!" Annie flung herself into Moore's arms, her voice trembling, "I've called the police; you have to bear witness for me!"

Moore, an American with no ties to the Australian Gang, hugged Annie comfortingly, "Jen, let's leave this place first and wait for NYPD to arrive."

The heads of the two crews hurried over one after another.

In the distance, police lights flashed and sirens sounded as NYPD rushed to the studio with utmost speed.