Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

Rachel McAdams was reflecting on herself.

Ever since Amanda went missing, Lindsay had been deeply concerned about her. Rachel could tell that Lindsay genuinely cared for her friend.

This made Rachel feel ashamed, but at the same time, she developed a newfound respect for Lindsay.

Having spent so much time in Hollywood, she had seen too many fake friendships, so it was hard to believe that in such a polluted place, someone as pure as Lindsay still existed.

Initially, she had approached Lindsay with the goal of getting close to Martin, but now that Martin was right in front of her, she surprisingly no longer cared.

At this moment, what she truly wanted was to "reintroduce" herself to Lindsay!

My name is Rachel McAdams.

Just a small-time actress.

And I want to be your real friend, Lindsay!

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted.

The moment the rolling shutter of Room 1104 was pulled up, a dark figure shot out, instantly knocking down the two nearest officers.

In the ensuing chaos, the other officers hesitated to open fire, afraid of hitting the wrong target.

Taking advantage of this, the tall and muscular Michael Gargiulo managed to break free, wildly dashing toward Martin and Lindsay.

Officer Paul turned pale with shock. "Damn it! After him!"

He roared and was the first to charge forward.

If that bastard Michael Gargiulo harmed Martin, Paul could forget about keeping his job!

But Michael was too fast. Before the officers could catch up, he had already reached Martin and Lindsay, a vicious grin on his face as he lunged toward Lindsay.

"Ahh! Lindsay, watch out!"

"Run, Lindsay!"

Rachel and Amanda screamed simultaneously.

Even Wentworth instinctively shouted, "Careful!" before rushing toward Charles. Yet, strangely, he wasn't actually worried—he just felt that Charles was asking for death.

Lindsay was startled at first, but when she saw her "Daddy Martin" standing there calmly, her panic vanished.

As long as Daddy Martin was here, what was there to fear?

By now, Charles was less than a meter away, reaching out to grab Lindsay.

But before he could touch her, the pretty boy he assumed was paralyzed with fear suddenly moved.

A long, slender leg swung out like a battle axe.

Before Charles could even react, a powerful kick landed directly on his neck.

Martin had never measured his current kicking strength, but it was easily twenty times that of a normal, healthy person.

He didn't even use his full power, afraid that he might explode the guy's head like a watermelon—that would be too shocking.

Even so, it was enough to send Charles straight to the afterlife.

Everyone heard a crisp "crack".

Then, they watched as Charles' head twisted at an unnatural angle, slumping to the side and back. His body staggered forward a few more steps before crashing to the ground, completely motionless.

During all of this, Martin had even thoughtfully covered Lindsay's eyes.

Everyone stared at the lifeless corpse—except for the three women, who were all staring at Martin instead.

Rachel McAdams: "So thoughtful!"

Amanda Seyfried: "Martin is actually this gentle?!"

Chelsea: "So domineering! So powerful!! So amazing!!!"

Women and men really focused on different things.

Officer Paul rushed over and checked Charles' body. Then, in shock, he announced, "He's dead. His cervical spine is completely shattered."

Standing up, he quickly turned to Martin and Lindsay. "Mr. Martin, Miss Lindsay, I sincerely apologize for the fright. Are you both alright?"

Wentworth Miller, who had just arrived, internally rolled his eyes. This officer is the most bootlicking guy I've ever seen.

Martin doesn't look even remotely shaken.

The only one in trouble here is Charles. His neck is now as soft as a noodle.

Just moments ago, Wentworth had seen Officer Paul touch Charles' head, and his completely limp neck had caused blood to ooze from all his orifices.

"Alright, pack it up! Suspect neutralized!"

Paul then turned to Martin with great deference.

"Mr. Martin, the suspect resisted arrest and attacked an officer. Your actions were entirely justified. You won't face any trouble. I'll personally handle the report so you don't have to waste your valuable time. You and Miss Lindsay are free to leave."

"What about Amanda? She just went through a terrible shock—does she still have to go to the police station for a statement?"

Paul immediately replied, "It would be best for Miss Amanda to get checked at a hospital first. I'll arrange for someone to take her statement there."

Oh, for f*'s sake.**

Wentworth Miller was now fully convinced—this officer was the most bootlicking guy he had ever met!

The Next Morning

Lindsay woke up in Martin's arms.

"Good morning, Daddy Martin."

"Good morning, Lindsay sweetheart."

"What time is it?"

"Let me see… not quite 9:30."

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

"Hehe, don't worry. Did you forget? I already called in yesterday. The whole crew has the day off today."

"Oh, right. I forgot."

She added, "I should get up. I need to check on Amanda… oh, and Rachel too."

Last night, Amanda had gone to the hospital for a checkup. Apart from some bruises, she had no major injuries.

Thankfully, Martin had acted in time—Michael hadn't even had a chance to do anything to Amanda before meeting his end.

After giving her statement to the police, Amanda was allowed to leave the hospital.

Knowing that everyone was exhausted after such a long and eventful day, Martin had taken them all—Wentworth included—back to his Beverly Hills mansion.

Except for Chelsea.

Martin had Gordon arrange a nice apartment for her and even covered a year's rent, officially settling things with her once and for all.

"Alright, let's get up."

"Ahhh!"

Lindsay let out a startled cry as Martin flipped the blanket off and scooped her up in his arms.

"My clothes! Where are my clothes?!"

"No rush. Let's take a shower first."

Martin smirked as he carried her into the bathroom.

In the Dining Room

Rachel McAdams urged Amanda, "Hurry up and finish breakfast. Let's go for a swim."

Amanda, mouth full of fried ham and eggs, mumbled, "Swim? But we didn't bring swimsuits?"

"You idiot!" Rachel lowered her voice. "Who said we need swimsuits?"

"You want to seduce Martin?!" Amanda gasped, only to have Rachel quickly cover her mouth. "Mmmph!"

Her eyes widened in shock.

Wasn't this the same woman who was just talking about wanting to be real friends with Lindsay yesterday?

What surprised her even more was that Rachel seemed to understand the look in her eyes and said:

"Yes, yes, I still want to be real friends with Lindsay."

"But… that doesn't mean I can't seduce Martin too, does it?"

Amanda's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. What kind of logic was this?!

Rachel smirked. "I woke up early today and took a walk around this estate. Guess what I saw?"

Amanda blinked. "What?"