America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 317: Chapter 312: The Perils of Human Hearts

Kate just walked in from outside the set and tapped Felicity's arm, "Your mother is here, go see her."

Felicity smiled at Martin and quickly left the set.

Kate said, "She's a distant relative's daughter, don't mess around on set."

Martin, very innocent, spread his hands and said, "Kate, I haven't done anything."

"Yes, haven't done anything." thought Kate about the recent rehearsal, "But you don't refuse anything."

Martin looked even more innocent, "I'm a good person, so I don't know how to refuse others' kindness, don't know how to refuse helping others, especially friends."

Kate pointed to a deserted area ahead and walked over first.

Martin took off his jacket and tossed it to Bruce, following her.

Kate said, "This film is almost done shooting. Once the crew wraps up, Sam wants to invite you over to his place in London."

Martin couldn't help but look back; Sam Mendes was directing the crew setting up the scene for a car-driving sequence that they would film later.

Kate asked, "Are you going or not?"

"I better not go," Martin explained, "I have a sister who moved from Atlanta to Los Angeles to attend the California Institute of the Arts, and I need to rush back."

Kate nodded, "Alright, I won't force you."

Bruce hurried over from behind at this time.

Kate said, "Old Cloth seems to have something to do, I won't disturb you."

Martin took the cell phone Bruce handed him and asked with his eyes.

Bruce spoke softly, "It's a call from Louise."

Martin walked to a secluded spot and spoke into the phone, "What's the matter, calling all of a sudden?"

Louise's laugh came through the receiver, "I was talking to Kelly today, and she told me something, the master sculptor Lily Carter is coming to Los Angeles to attend the California Institute of the Arts?"

The cat was out of the bag; there was no point in Martin denying it, "Yes, she'll be coming from Atlanta soon."

Louise said, "Kate mentioned that The Reader will take a while longer to finish shooting, so you won't be coming back anytime soon, right? How about this, I'll host Lily for you and see her off to the California Institute of the Arts."

Martin said, "Thomas will take care of it."

"I can prepare a couple of recommendation letters for her, one for the college, another for the university society," Louise knew how much Martin valued his people from Atlanta and added, "Joining the society will greatly help her future development."

Martin reminded, "It's okay for you to go, just don't make trouble."

Louise laughed hehe, "I'm a woman, how could I possibly do that?"

She spoke earnestly but amusingly, "You've given so many of Lily Carter's hand-carved artworks to Kelly and me. If she really becomes a master, the value of these sculptures will soar! To ensure my assets appreciate, I have to help her properly."

Martin could only say, "I'll give you some more later."

Louise agreed and hung up quickly.

Afterward, Martin returned to the set and dove back into work; there were several night scenes left to shoot that day.

......

As night fell, Pine Forest Film Studio was ablaze with lights.

The night scenes for the Harry Potter crew were winding down, and three actresses left the set, heading towards the nearby restroom.

Unlike other temporary sets, since this crew would be filming for many years to come, many facilities were built to high standards. Even the restrooms were specially refurbished, rather than being makeshift trailers.

"Didn't see that little Irish bitch at the dinner today?" Emma Watson asked her companions.

Cheryl answered, "I didn't notice her."

Emma Watson commanded as if issuing an order, "Carly, Cheryl, do what you need to do. Next time you see that Irish bitch, come up with something and give her trouble, we can't let her off easy."

Cheryl expressed doubts, "Wouldn't that cause a conflict between the two film crews? The Atonement crew might come looking for trouble..."

Emma Watson stared at her.

Carly grabbed Cheryl's shoulder, "Without Emma speaking up for you, would you have gotten the role?"

Emma Watson said with a smile, "Don't be like that, we're all friends here."

Cheryl understood her place as nothing more than a pitiful follower in front of the high and mighty Hermione.

Carly patted Cheryl's face, "Get your position straight."

Cheryl nodded silently.

Emma led the way to the women's restroom.

When the Harry Potter series first started, Emma Watson was an innocent, lovely, and kind little girl. But as Hermione rose to stardom, fame and fortune changed everything.

She seemed like a little lady in front of the media and the public.

Privately, though, she had long been spoiled.

Faced with the entertainment industry's magnified fame and fortune, most minors simply lack the ability to resist corruption.

For instance, Silsa Ronan, who only developed a peeping habit after becoming an actress.

Upon reaching the restroom, Emma Watson went into the first stall.

Cheryl subconsciously picked the stall farthest from Emma Watson and, after sitting down, wiped her eyes, letting out tears of grievance.

At home, who isn't their parents' treasure?

Arriving at the film set, yet subjected to such treatment.

Cheryl felt terrible, aggrieved, and furious.

Meanwhile, outside the toilet.

Silsa Ronan wore a black pointed hood and easily made her way through the dense greenery to approach the toilet door.

Film crews and stars particularly detest surveillance, so throughout Pine Forest Film Studio, except for a few key spots like the front gate, there were hardly any cameras.

For tonight, Silsa had made ample preparations.

Her hood concealed an exaggerated white skull mask, and her black top's pockets were stuffed full.

As a little peeping tom, Silsa was already familiar with the surroundings and was quite deft with her hands and feet.

After a brief observation, she dashed into the toilet, pulling out a lighter with her right hand and a special firecracker from her pocket with her left.

The tiny firecrackers were too weak for her liking, so Silsa was dissatisfied and had modified them by removing part of the fuse and connecting more than a dozen fuses together.

She had even tested it in the afternoon; it was extremely fun.

Especially when used in the toilet.

Under the light, Silsa bent over and peeked under the stall partitions with practiced ease.

She had already taken note of the shoes of the three people who had come before her.

In the first stall, Silsa saw a pair of Chanel, surely belonging to Old Cloth's most favored little darling.

She immediately lit the fuse, counted silently for a few seconds in her hand, then threw it over the top into the stall.

Bang bang bang—

As the tiny firecrackers exploded, Emma Watson let out piercing screams: "Ah! Ah— Help! Help me!"

Satisfied, Silsa turned and ran out, dodging back into the greenery the same way she had come, heading towards 'The Reader' film crew's area.

Behind her, Emma Watson's screeching grew louder and more intense.

Excited, Silsa cursed, "The British bitch! The fake lady, that ruined wench!"

In the toilet, Emma Watson burst out of the stall in a panic, her mouth still screaming sharply.

The firecrackers, having exploded once, flew around inside the stall, some inevitably falling into the toilet, and a few even exploding there, splashing unspeakable things onto Emma Watson.

Emma Watson's pants were soaked in a large area, and there was an indescribable foul smell on her clothes.

She crouched trembling in a corner with her hands over her head, shouting, "Carly, Cheryl, come save me! Save me!"

A few firecrackers fell into the neighboring stall occupied by Carly, who was so frightened she could hardly speak, let alone move.

Cheryl, being the farthest from the chaos, did not suffer the same fate and, opening the stall door, ran out and caught sight of the extremely disheveled Emma Watson.

With wet pants and clothes emanating a nasty odor, her carefully styled hair was adorned with a stained piece of white paper.

It was unmistakably a used piece of toilet paper!

When Emma Watson saw Cheryl, she yelled habitually, "Go call someone, quickly get help for me!"

Even with a sobbing tone, there was still a hint of condescension: "What are you standing there for? Go now!"

Cheryl nodded vigorously, as if she had made up her mind: "I'm on it!"

She ran past Emma Watson, darted out of the toilet, and towards the crowded areas, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs: "Hurry, someone needs help! Someone attacked Emma Watson with firecrackers in the toilet! Emma Watson got so scared she wet her pants, does anyone have spare pants..."

Her heart-wrenching cries seemed to release all the pent-up indignities of being a little follower: "Emma Watson got so scared she wet her pants!"

In the quiet of the night, Pine Forest Film Studio was still bustling but now much quieter than during the day, with Cheryl's anguished cries echoing far and wide, reaching nearby film crews.

Emma Watson, wet pants—these words were simply too attractive.

Many people came out to see the commotion.

Inside the toilet, as the firecrackers finished exploding and Emma Watson's fear gradually subsided, she heard Cheryl's shouts and became so angry her lungs nearly burst.

The more pleasurable it had felt to command the underling, the more infuriating it was now.

"Bitch!" Emma Watson wanted to tear out every hair on that bitch's head and immediately chased after her.

At 'The Reader' film crew, Bruce and Martin came down from their trailers, hopped onto an electric car parked nearby, and rushed over.

Always one for a prank even when there was nothing stirring, but even more so when something happened.

"Who wet their pants?" Martin asked.

Bruce spun the steering wheel towards the direction of the sound: "Sounds like Emma Watson!"

The electric car was fast enough, and although they weren't the closest, Martin and Bruce were among the first to arrive at the scene.

They saw, under the bright streetlights, Emma Watson chasing a girl.

She looked a complete mess with a sodden spot between her pant legs, her clothes full of stains, and soft toilet paper perched atop her hair.

Martin immediately took out his phone.

Bruce was driving with one hand and also pulled out his phone with the other.

These two scoundrels were quick to realize the tremendous news value of the scene.

As always considerate of the press's bread and butter, how could Martin and Bruce pass up such an opportunity? They didn't hesitate to snap photos.