American fame and fortune

The red Porsche circled around Beverly Hills and plunged into the underground garage of the Four Seasons Hotel. As soon as Elizabeth parked the car, she unbuckled her seat belt and rushed to Martin's side.

The red witch's face with a sweet smile was right in front of her.

The thumping leyline energy pushed up the volcano and hit Martin's arm.

Which normal man can withstand the test of an eighteen-year-old beautiful girl.

Martin held Elizabeth's face and kissed her.

Elizabeth stood up and moved over, straddling the passenger seat.

The small space of the Porsche is so tight that they are pressed together.

Martin straightened his back unconsciously, and Elizabeth's head hit the car roof with a thud.

"It's too narrow here, so we can't move." Both of them are quite big, and Martin is also worried that someone might take a secret photo: "Get off the car, get off the car."

Elizabeth rubbed her head and went to open the passenger door: "Why not go to your house?"

She likes to go directly to Martin's home and get there in one go, which is simple and hassle-free.

Martin told the truth: "Those two bastards Leonardo and Nicholson are so capable of causing trouble. I'm worried that they will launch a surprise attack again."

Elizabeth thought about the last time: "Stay away from them."

As she said that, she sat on Martin's lap and moved down.

Martin's eyes widened: "Slow down, slow down, it will break..."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly: "I'm sorry, I'm not sorry. I will apologize in person later and comfort him."

Martin said: "You have raised my expectations."

Elizabeth glanced at it and said, "You...are indeed high." She had made a lot of preparations: "I have watched a lot of Holy Grain movies in the past six months."

The two got out of the car and took the elevator upstairs. Bruce came over halfway and gave Martin a room card.

Arriving at the luxury suite on the top floor, Martin closed the door and threw his coat aside.

No words can compare to actual actions.

Elizabeth apologized for her recklessness when she got off the car and comforted her carefully.

Martin saluted with his head held high as a sign of forgiveness.

Elizabeth's eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony was finally completed successfully after being postponed for half a year.

The two of them didn't leave the hotel that day.

Martin will never treat a girl like Elizabeth badly who works hard to comfort the injured.

Last time, because of the troubles caused by two bad friends, Nicholson and Leonardo, the coming-of-age ceremony was ended before it even started.

Martin decided to make up for her, mainly by learning from each other's strengths.

Elizabeth can delay as long as she can. The longer she delays, the more compensation she will receive.

In the evening, Martin ordered a late-night snack, and the two of them sat on the balcony, tasting the food and admiring the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles.

The night wind blew over, and Elizabeth's long hair and dress fluttered in the wind. Her gentle eyebrows and hearty and sweet smile made people feel healed.

If I had to find a word to describe it, Martin thought "sweetheart" might be more appropriate.

The sweetheart noticed that Martin was staring at her, and her smile became even sweeter. When Martin came back to his senses, he deliberately asked: "Do you know which role I just got?"

Of course Martin knew: "Caroline, daughter of Daisy and Benjamin."

Elizabeth took a small bite of the cake, and the snow-white cream stuck to her lips: "Martin, during rehearsals and filming, I want to call you daddy."

Martin's heart skipped a beat, as if a certain thread was broken, and he coughed in a low voice: "You still have a lot of room for improvement in your acting skills."

"Can you give me some guidance now?" Elizabeth took the initiative to enter the play: "Daddy..."

Martin was still outside the scene: "Liz, when you call her that, I feel like I've turned into an old boy."

Elizabeth forked another piece of cake, took some cream in her mouth, and said Caroline's lines: "Daddy, don't you love me anymore? Why are you so rude to me?"

Martin said: "Every old boy has a favorite daughter."

Elizabeth improvised: "Words are useless, you have to prove it with actions!"

Martin stood up, pulled the sweetheart up again, and kissed her again.

Elizabeth is sweet.

...

Morning, the Olsen family mansion.

The Olsen sisters entered the garden and walked onto the path surrounded by flowers and plants. The autumn dew wetted the grass and the road, making the walking especially slippery, making people want to speed up without realizing it.

Mary passed the protrusion of the path, stopped and stepped on it a few times. The loose stone slabs made a squeaking sound, probably because of the excessive dew. The sound was not harsh, but rather pleasant.

Ashley came to a cardamom tree, gently flicked the dew off the pod, peeled the pod, grabbed the red cardamom and gently twisted it, picked it off, held it on her fingertips and played with it: "Liz didn't come back last night. "

Mary walked forward and said, "I sent her a message. She was with Martin last night."

Ashley pointed to the next door: "That Martin Davis?"

"That's him." Mary said: "The one with a lot of scandals, the same playboy as Leonardo and Nicholson."

Ashley threw away the cardamom and said: "How many Hollywood male stars are not playboys? Playboys are more reassuring, at least they are not troublemakers." She and Mary have been involved in the entertainment industry since they were babies. It can be said that She grew up in this circle: "Liz has to go through a lot of scumbags if she wants to develop her career in Hollywood. It's not a bad thing to start early."

Mary stopped: "Remember to remind her when you look back to take safety measures."

As the sun rises, the weather heats up, and the dew evaporates from the garden paths, drying them out, the Olson sisters go back to work, working in their home study.

In the middle of the morning, the red Porsche drove in and parked in the outdoor parking lot on one side of the square.

Elizabeth got out of the car happily, bumping and bumping as she walked. The sweet smile on her face was so pure that it could heal Belle or Pete's huge psychological trauma.

Elizabeth smiled even sweeter when she thought about how excited the old boy Martin was every time he called "Daddy" during the rehearsal.

"Liz, come sit here." Ashley called to her sister: "Are you so happy?"

Elizabeth sat next to her sister and said with a smile: "I have found my boyfriend!"

Mary came from the study: "Martin?"

"Yes, Martin." Elizabeth's whole body was filled with the sour smell of love: "He is my boyfriend now."

Mary nodded: "You have grown up. I won't say much else. I will just remind you to pay attention to safety measures."

"I will." Elizabeth stopped laughing and said seriously: "If something unexpected happens, I will marry Martin."

Ashley shook his head: "You are thinking too far."

Elizabeth has her own opinion in this regard: "I think people who love each other should get married."

Mary and Ashley didn't take it seriously, just smiled and went back to the study to continue working.

Elizabeth did not force her family to approve. She sat on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and sent a text message: "I will go find you in the evening."

On the other side, at Paramount Studios, Martin was sitting on a battery car and replied: "My friend has an appointment for dinner tonight, why don't you join us."

Elizabeth asked: "Leonardo and Nicholson?"

"It's them." The two bastards called Martin this morning: "They will also bring their own female companions."

Elizabeth responded.

Martin put away his cell phone, waited for Bruce to park the car, jumped out of the car and entered Benjamin Studio, ready to continue the special effects modeling work.

When I came to the special effects studio, I saw Cate Blanchett talking to Eric from a distance.

The former comes over to model elderly Daisy.

Martin strode over, greeted Eric, and asked, "When will it start?"

Eric said: "Wait a moment, there is a program conflict in the software, the problem is not big, my people are handling it urgently, it will be fine soon."

He was called from the studio, and Eric said sorry to Martin and Blanchett and hurried over.

Martin was already in working mode, his mind was filled with characters, and he ignored Blanchett directly, preparing to pass her and go to his lounge.

Blanchett couldn't suppress the disgust in her heart and reminded her coldly: "Please keep your distance from me."

Martin glanced at her, didn't bother to reply, and entered the lounge.

After closing the door, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Nicholson's number: "Go to Leo's house for a party tonight. Have you found a female companion? I will introduce you to one. Come to Paramount Studios, Blanche." Don’t you want to have some fun here?”

Nicholson said: "I'll rush over before I get off work."

He immediately took action, ordering roses and asking Leonardo to cheer together.

If people don’t take the initiative to find fun, how can fun be found in others?

Martin waited for more than ten minutes, and soon someone came to inform him that he had gone to the special effects studio. Surrounded by multiple camera lenses, he staggered around like an eighty-year-old man with weak legs and feet.

In the afternoon, an assistant pushed an old-fashioned wheelchair over. Martin sat in the wheelchair, hunched up as if he was dying.

As he was getting off work, he received a text message from Nicholson.

Martin left the studio early and saw the amazing Nicholson standing outside the studio. He took the initiative to bypass them and went to the area diagonally opposite where the battery cars were parked. He stood on a high place and waited patiently.

Bruce came next to him and asked, "What are you planning again?"

Martin indicated with his eyes: "When people come, you can see them immediately."

Blanchett came out of the studio door with her assistant and her bag. When she looked up, she saw many people. The old man in the middle had a pair of sunglasses stuck on his face, looking like an English gentleman.

"Start!" Following Leonardo's order, the others started to move.

The red carpet rolled out and landed just under the steps of the studio. Two beautiful emcees walked quickly carrying flower baskets. Red rose petals fell on the carpet from their fingers.

There were two crisp sounds of bang bang, latte art flying, and ribbons falling on the red carpet.

Whether outside or inside the studio, everyone was stunned.

Nicholson emerged from the crowd, holding 99 bright red roses, and walked towards Blanchett.

Behind him, Leonardo waved his hand, and the two of them pulled up a banner with a line of big words on it - Blanchett, my beloved!

Speaking of being shameless, Nicholson is Martin’s boss.