America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

As the night deepened, Elizabeth Olsen opened the glass display cabinet and placed the Oscar statuette inside.

Just as she locked the cabinet, Lily came up from behind and grabbed her, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Elizabeth looked at the ribbon tied into a bow on Lily's head and couldn't help but laugh, "So eager to give yourself away?"

"I've been waiting for so long, so long," Lily said as she walked toward the staircase.

Looking from behind, Elizabeth saw that Lily, who was about the same age, had a tall figure, a slender waist and curvy hips, bountiful features, and a delicate face—definitely top-notch beautiful.

She caught up and took Lily's hand, "Do you want to leave a lasting impression on Martin, one he'll never forget?"

This was an area Lily didn't understand, so she just nodded her head, "What should I do?"

"Keep your cool, and wait for my call," Elizabeth said as she pulled her upstairs, speaking in a low voice as they walked.

The two quickly arrived in front of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Lily stopped, waiting for Elizabeth to enter before sneaking up to the slightly ajar door to eavesdrop and peer through the crack.

Inside the master bedroom, Martin, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a bathrobe, saw Elizabeth come in and asked, "Hey, dear, weren't you going to give me a special reward?"

"The surprise is ready," Elizabeth said with a sweet smile, then slipped into the walk-in closet.

Martin watched curiously, wondering what kind of surprise it would be.

Elizabeth quickly emerged from the closet, holding a black sleep mask in her left hand and carrying two of his black ties in her right.

Martin thought to himself, what game is she planning to play?

Elizabeth went behind the European-style long sofa and said to Martin, "Hands up, quick."

Martin turned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Elizabeth leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I want to take full control. Hurry up, be a good boy, I'll reward you."

Martin raised his arms, placing them on the back of the sofa, his hands on the carved wooden cut-outs.

Taking one black tie, she threaded it through the carving in the wood, Elizabeth quickly secured Martin's left hand at the top of the sofa, then did the same with his right.

Martin sat back on the sofa, curious to see what tricks the little witch had prepared for the old boy today.

Elizabeth then picked up the black sleep mask and put it on Martin.

Martin was plunged into darkness.

Elizabeth motioned towards the bedroom door, signaling for someone to come in quickly.

Lily tiptoed into the room.

In the darkness, Martin felt a pair of exceptionally nimble hands, completely different from Elizabeth's.

Nimble yet somewhat unripe.

That night, Elizabeth became Lily's teacher, and sadly, Martin became the tool for their teaching and experimentation.

The bound Martin succumbed to the silvery intimidation of the scalpel.

After envying for a long time, Lily finally joined the game between Martin and Elizabeth.

The next morning, after finishing breakfast, Lily asked Elizabeth to help her move.

Lily, who had previously been suppressed by Martin on the first floor, was now moving to the master bedroom on the second floor to live with Martin and Elizabeth.

The two women planned to replace the bed in the master bedroom with a larger one, convenient for exercise as well as rest.

They also intended to clear out the male owner's walk-in closet in the master bedroom to make room for Lily's closet.

Moreover, Lily's studio was previously in Santa Monica, which was the house Martin helped Ben Affleck to buy from Ben at a very low price to get through tough times.

There were many empty rooms in the auxiliary building, and Elizabeth and Lily discussed converting two of them into studios.

Of course, Martin wouldn't bother with these trivial matters, leaving them to discuss and manage on their own.

Lily and Elizabeth were busy and cheerful with the work.

By midmorning, Martin left Beverly Hills and went to the studio.

Even though the Oscar ceremony was over, the work Davis Studio did concerning the Oscars hadn't ended yet.

The promotion team was still guiding public opinion through social media and the internet.

Martin won the Oscar for Best Actor through honorable competition.

There was of course a series of tasks to follow; he absolutely did not want to become a national joke like Gwyneth Paltrow.

This leader in Hollywood's mischief-making and veteran princess-syndrome sufferer, perhaps stimulated by the fierce bombardment from the water and media back then, often pulled off astonishing acts, such as getting two surgeries for her own daughter before she turned three.

Surgeries for cosmetic purposes.

One surgery to adjust facial contours, another for abdominal fat removal.

It is said she's even considering Botox for her daughter who's not yet eight years old.

Even Elizabeth, who grew up in Hollywood, found it utterly shocking.

Gwyneth Paltrow, ranking first among the most disliked Hollywood actresses on numerous North American entertainment websites, truly won that distinction on merit.

Thanks to meticulous planning and arrangements made in advance, after the Oscar ceremony ended, Martin received mostly positive reviews on mainstream and social media.

"Vanity Fair" featured Martin holding the Best Actor Oscar statuette on the cover of their special Oscar edition, with a caption that offered high praise.

"Martin Davis, a name, a passion, a miracle. At the 84th Academy Awards, he won the Best Actor award with unparalleled talent and determination, writing his own glorious chapter! He will continue to devote himself to the performing arts, sculpting more profound and meaningful characters with his talent and passion."

Being one of North America's two major entertainment publications, the "Hollywood Reporter" also shared their views on the Best Actor on its front page.

"Martin Davis from the Atlanta slums, through his outstanding talent and years of hard work, has earned the honor of the Oscar for Best Actor. He truly deserves it! Every character he plays is vivid; his performances are powerful, making the audience feel the joys and sorrows of the characters he portrays."

The positive reviews from mainstream entertainment media could significantly quell dissenting opinions.

There will inevitably be media and critics speaking out for others, which happens to every Oscar ceremony and every Oscar winner.

This year's Best Actor faced relatively little controversy, and aside from some British media thinking Gary Oldman should have won, most North American mainstream media unanimously agreed that Martin deserved the award.

It wasn't that his role and acting were that good, but that the competitors were somewhat lacking.

In the ring, Martin won the victory fair and square.

On the internet and social media, the mainstream consensus was that Martin's win was well deserved.

"Look at the nomination list and their roles, who is better than Martin?"

"Out of the five nominees for Best Actor, Martin is definitely the best one."

"If one of the other four had won, would you consider that fair?"

After scrolling through Twitter and YouTube on his way, Martin arrived at his office and suddenly remembered the Canadian director he met the night before. He asked Bruce, "Did you bring that screenplay and business card with you?"

Bruce rummaged through his bag, found the script and business card he'd collected the night before, and placed them on the desk.

Martin was just about to read them when Bruce's phone began to vibrate from within his pocket.

He moved aside to answer the call. It wasn't long before he came back to tell Martin, "I need to step out for a bit; I probably won't be back until later this afternoon or evening."

Martin waved his hand dismissively, "Go ahead, and take whatever gift you need from the warehouse."

Bruce went downstairs and exited the company building, where a business van was waiting right outside the door.

The vehicle's door suddenly flew open, and two arms, one long and one short, emerged, grasping Bruce's clothes like a sudden kidnapping, dragging him into the van.

Once inside the van, Bruce was sandwiched between Kim and Khloe Kardashian, one on each side.

Khloe wrapped her arm around him, "You've been busy lately. We asked you to go to New York, and you always come up with some excuse."

Kim stared at him, "What, found a bigger butt to chase?"

"No, I absolutely have not found a bigger butt than yours!" Bruce was entirely truthful, which made him appear exceptionally sincere. "Martin has been vying for the Oscar for Best Actor lately, so I've been very busy."

Kim and Khloe exchanged a look, convinced that Bruce was telling the truth – he hadn't gone after a bigger butt.

They knew Martin had just won the Oscar for Best Actor, having watched the live broadcast and read the reports.

As Martin's manager, Bruce would be busy with the Oscars.

Kim and Khloe had wanted to attend Martin's celebration party the day before but couldn't get through to that good-for-nothing Bruce, so they decided to come and fetch him in person today.

Kim, the older sister, commanded directly, "Old Cloth, make sure you have Martin's permission. You're with us the rest of the afternoon, and tonight, not going back."

Bruce wrapped an arm around each sister, "I've already discussed it with Martin when I came down."

Khloe told the driver, "Let's go."

Upstairs in the office, Martin picked up the business card, which had Denis Villeneuve's name along with contact information printed on it.

The name seemed familiar, and not only from last night's Oscar ceremony.

Martin tried to recall, and roughly remembered seeing it either in entertainment reports or credited in a movie before.

But he couldn't recall the specific details right away.

Martin picked up the printed script, which had no title but said – Screenwriter: Taylor Sheridan.

This name also rang a bell, but he didn't remember exactly which work he had seen it in.

Since the name was familiar, looking at the work might jog his memory, so Martin flipped open the printed screenplay and started reading it carefully.

The beginning was a description.

"The word 'Sicario' comes from the zealots of Jerusalem, used to describe those who hunted the Romans who invaded their homeland. In Mexico, 'Sicario' means hitman!"

"Arizona, Chandler.

An FBI team is in action. Team leader Kate leads her squad as they break down the front door of the targeted house..."

The beginning of the screenplay mostly consisted of interjections, such as the phrases often shouted by the FBI during a breach.

In this operation, Kate's team discovered over forty hostages who had been killed by Mexican traffickers and hidden in the wall cavities. The horrific scene forced Kate to step outside and vomit.

An FBI agent checking the tool shed triggered a bomb set up by the traffickers, resulting in multiple agents being injured or killed.

Subsequently, Kate joined an elite task force led by Matt Graver, directed by the Department of Homeland Security.

The printed screenplay ended there, but Martin was almost certain which movie this was now.

"Sicario."