America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Coming out of the hotel, Martin saw a Mercedes coach and followed Leonardo and Nicholson on board, only to find out it was a large motorhome.

Leonardo shouted, "Let's start our romantic journey!"

Nicholson put on sunglasses with a coolness that could flake off, "Leo, I'm very pleased with what you've done, I've decided not to let Lorraine marry you."

"I'm so fucking grateful," Leonardo said, speechless.

Martin, sitting boldly on the leather sofa, said, "Let's get our party bus rolling!"

Bruce opened the door to the cockpit and went straight to the co-pilot seat to have the driver start moving.

The coach slowly left the hotel entrance and headed to another hotel.

At the hotel entrance, a doorman said to his colleague, "Cover for me for a bit, I need to use the restroom."

His colleague nodded, "Make it quick."

The doorman returned to the hotel and hurried into the men's restroom in the lobby. He entered a stall and took out his phone to make a call, "Sir, they've departed."

On the other end, Rogers replied, "I know."

On the busy main road, a silver Citroen was casually blending into the traffic.

Rogers, the driver, was patient because the Mercedes coach ahead was too conspicuous and could be seen from a great distance.

He asked, "Boss, should we notify the reporters?"

Tom Hardy, in the passenger seat, shook his head, "Not yet. They might not be in the coach for long. Let's just follow them from a distance."

Rogers drove casually behind, envying and resenting, "The Trio of Scoundrels are just three guys; how many women have they picked up, even requiring a coach to fetch people. Aren't they afraid of dropping dead?"

In front of his subordinate, Tom Hardy didn't hide his true thoughts, "I hope they all drop dead!"

He couldn't help adding, "Nicholson is one thing, but Martin and Leonardo have hogged so many of the industry's resources. The best resources always go to them first, then others get their share. For those around their age, who wouldn't hope for their early demise?"

Rogers noticed the coach turning into a hotel and reminded, "Boss, they're picking up people at a hotel."

Tom Hardy said, "Let's park in the hotel's parking lot."

The Citroen quickly entered the lot and parked in a spot that offered a clear view of the hotel's main entrance.

Right behind them, not too far away, a black Peugeot car also turned into the parking area.

The two bodyguards in the car scrutinized several cars that followed into the hotel's parking area.

Most people in the cars quickly got out, either heading to the hotel or to other nearby locations.

The two, experienced from professional training, might not have the best combat skills, but were good at tracking and identifying.

Almost simultaneously, their gaze fell on the Citroen, which hadn't had anyone come out. However, an arm rested on the open window of the co-pilot side of the car.

There were at least two people in the car.

Unable to make a judgment for the time being, the driver said, "Let's wait."

The person in the passenger seat nodded slightly and took out a cellphone, ready to notify Bruce at any moment.

Inside the Citroen, although from a distance, Tom Hardy still saw that at the hotel entrance, more than a dozen tall, beautiful young women were getting on the coach under the lead of Russian Supermodel Natalia.

"Those three bastards, truly fucking animals!" Tom Hardy muttered to himself.

Other people organizing group revelry parties with so many Eastern European beauties caused Rogers to feel uneasy too. He commented, "Boss, we must report them!"

Tom Hardy nodded, "Follow them and see where they're headed."

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The Mercedes coach started up and slowly turned out of the hotel drive.

Rogers waited a moment, then started the car and followed.

......

Natalia led her companions aboard, meeting the three main men of the night.

Nicholson wore his sunglasses, hair slicked back, exuding the grandeur of a seasoned Hollywood star with a coolness that could flake off.

Leonardo was in a suit, vaguely retaining the handsome, dashing look of ten years ago, but he could not hide the body width and weight that time had generously awarded him.

Martin was dressed in a black leisure outfit, sitting down he still exuded a strong physique. Combined with his sunny, approachable charm, it made Nicholson look like a major villain and Leonardo like a supporting character.

Natalia said softly, "Girls, you can make your own choices, I and they will not force anyone."

After her speech, she strode towards Martin.

Having had her career interrupted by marriage, Natalia still maintained contact with the supermodel circle. She knew about the Fashion Supermodel Group and the one and only test for joining. She had also heard a few companions discussing how exhilarating the test was.

Of course, she chose Martin.

Marina Alexandrova, seeing Natalia take the lead, hurriedly followed.

She had one goal that evening—and that was Martin Davis!

Svetlana Kudchenkova, who was good friends with her, also made her way to Martin without hesitation.

The youngest of the group, Sasha Rose, also chose Martin after a brief consideration.

The others spread out and sat next to Leonardo and Nicholson on their respective sofas.

Martin spread his arms, one around Natalia and the other around Marina, with Sasha Rose and Svetlana also crowding in.

The five of them squeezed together, and as the coach traveled along, they continuously bumped against each other.

Martin found them familiar and asked for their names one by one.

He already knew about Natalia, having heard KK and Natalie Poly mention her, the Russian supermodel, but after seeing her in person, he vaguely remembered her as probably becoming a princess consort for some group in a previous life.

Martin recognized Svetlana immediately; he had forgotten her other roles, but the Viper Lady from "X-Men: Wolverine 2" was etched deeply in his memory.

She was the key figure that led to the grand finale of "X-Men: Wolverine 3".

Although Sasha Rose looked very youthful, Martin still recognized her as the leading actress in a hitman movie by Luc Besson from his previous life.

As for Marina, she looked a lot like Empress Catherine the Great, whom he had seen countless times in short videos.

Chatting with the four of them at the same time, without neglecting any of them and even stirring up a bit of rivalry among them, was a skill Martin had honed through countless battles.@@novelbin@@

If he were to create a social media chat group now, Martin believed it would quickly spawn dozens of subgroups.

Martin also took the time to glance over at Leonardo and Nicholson's side.

He didn't recognize anyone on Leonardo's side, but they were all uniformly young blondes with long legs.

On Nicholson's side, however, he spotted a familiar face, a Russian model who he thought was named Elena or something similar.

Martin clapped his hands and said aloud, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've crossed half the globe, and now we meet here tonight. To commemorate and celebrate our gathering, I suggest we all have a drink together."

"Sure!" Leonardo echoed loudly.

The others agreed one after another.

Without waiting for Martin to stand up, Marina took the initiative to get the drinks and made sure to ask for Martin's preference before pouring a glass of champagne for everyone.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.

The spot next to Martin, which had been close to Marina, was taken by Sasha Rose, but she didn't make a fuss. She just smiled at Martin and sat to the side.

The car wasn't as steady as a train, stopping and going as it moved along.

A phone rang, and Natalia took hers out and switched it to vibrate, "Sorry about that."

Martin waived it off, "No worries."

They wouldn't mess around on the bus and hadn't set up signal jammers or restrictions on using cell phones during the ride.

The group merely drank, laughed, and chatted like friends.

Martin initiated conversation topics, finding it interesting to hear about the women's experiences and amusing stories.

Natalia had the richest experience, currently residing in Paris and still closely connected to the fashion world.

Marina lived in Saint Petersburg, a formal art academy graduate.

Sasha Rose had been discovered in a flea market in Moscow when she was a teenager and became a model.

Svetlana was an actress wholly intent on breaking into the Western market.

Since Martin himself didn't harbor the prejudices many Americans have against Russians, the five of them had a great time talking.

......

On the streets of Paris, after turning another corner, the Citroën was still tailing the Mercedes bus at a consistent distance.

The two people in the Peugeot were certain that this car had been tracking them all along.

"Could be the French paparazzi," said the driver.

The front-seat passenger affirmed, "No matter who the stalker is, we must report it."

He dialed with one touch, and when the call connected, he said, "Old Cloth, we've got a tail, a silver Citroën, license plate is..."

Bruce asked from the other end, "Can you confirm they're paparazzi?"

The front-seat passenger replied, "No," and after a brief pause, "Hang on."

The driver understood immediately, stepping on the gas to speed up, and the Peugeot overtook the Citroën from the side.

The front-seat passenger quickly glanced at the adjacent car, and when they reached a junction ahead where the traffic was heavy, they let the Citroën pass the Peugeot again.

After observing again, he picked up his phone and said, "Didn't see any filming equipment, might not be paparazzi or reporters."

Bruce responded, "Keep an eye on them."

The two bodyguards in the Peugeot now focused their attention on the Citroën.

Not far behind them, several cars were involved in crossover tracking.

In one of the black vans was Marina's uncle.

Compared to the two cars ahead, they were undoubtedly more professional with multiple vehicles tracking on different segments of the road.

The uncle sat far back in the van, coordinating from the middle to prevent any mishaps.

On one hand, he needed to ensure Marina was delivered to Martin as a potential long-term mole; it was essential that tonight's gathering went smoothly.

On the other hand, Martin Davis was no ordinary man, and in case Marina encountered an emergency, he could dispatch people to rescue her at a moment's notice.

Although what he did was shadowy business, the uncle still had family concerns.

In the Citroën, Rogers noted that the bus was heading southwest and said, "They're probably going to the 16th Arrondissement. I think the destination is likely to be some luxurious estate on the outskirts."

Tom Hardy said coldly, "Let's hope they make it onto the front page of the French newspapers tomorrow."