America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

"Many newspapers are saying that last night's episode of The Helen Show revealed the real you.""

In the villa in Cody Community, Aniston flipped through the newspapers, speaking to Martin, "The mainstream media still think highly of you, and the public sentiment hasn't changed."

Martin picked up his milk and took a sip, "Dealing with public relations urgently before the crisis hits always has some effect."

He stated another reality, "In terms of qualifications, there's no other way but to make an American Dream-style effort."

Having entered the industry earlier, Aniston said, "The Oscars also have a nickname, the Middle-aged Consolation Prize. Young people only need to get a nomination to be considered a success in the four acting awards plus Best Director."

Martin remarked, "It's because most of the judges are old."

On The Helen Show, you said you would mediate the conflict between me and Jolie because of that b*tch," Aniston stared at Martin and asked, "Is that true?"

Without any hesitation, Martin replied, "When Helen brought up the issue, I had to brush it off."

Aniston said, "That b*tch has made herself out to be a saint!"

Martin simply stated, "It's just a celebrity creating an image."

Aniston understood what he meant, "Like my past image as America's Sweetheart?"

"Pretty much," Martin cautiously inquired, "What are your thoughts on this matter?"

Aniston thought for a moment and said, "Unless she publicly apologizes to me first, everything else can wait until after her apology."

Because Martin had stepped in, Aniston's hatred mostly fell on Pitt.

As for Jolie, since she had won Martin over, the hatred wasn't as intense.

"Didn't you say last night that you found out who was behind the defamation?" Aniston was very concerned, asking, "Who is it?"

Martin declared outright, "It's very likely Pitt." He briefly explained, "Alan Green, the author of Endless, works at Empire magazine. I had him look into it, and the Richard Cross of Empire who wrote that article had met with Pitt the day before it was published."

It's not the LAPD, no need for evidence in this kind of situation.

Aniston paused for a moment before speaking, "I'm sorry that my issues have affected you."

Thinking she had taken the initiative in their relationship, Aniston felt responsible.

"It's okay," Martin took her hand, "I was just aiming for an Oscar nomination, the impact isn't as big as we thought. Like the interview and talk show yesterday, it was all planned, just happened a bit earlier than expected."

Aniston declared, "Pitt is so despicable, using such a method to slander you."

Even if Martin could tolerate it, she could not, "Aren't you planning to fight back?"

Martin spread his hands, "I can't think of a way for now. Pitt hasn't provoked me directly, I can't just do what I did last time at the Avalon Bar and pin him down on the table with a cola bottle to scare him."

Aniston's tone shifted abruptly, "What does Jolie say?"

Martin didn't hide the fact that he had been in contact with Jolie, "Her? She only has bad ideas, like having you and her go around Pitt, claiming that Pitt has a deep-seated rage disorder, has beaten former nannies, and as long as we provoke Pitt a little, he would go berserk."

Aniston had been divorced from Pitt for just over a year, "You've reminded me of something from before..."

She looked at Martin, and seeing no change in his expression, she continued, "In the beginning, two nannies reported to me that Pitt had made improper advances towards them. He threatened them and even got violent when they refused, but afterward, they left and I didn't think much of it."

Combining this with Jolie's words, Martin could make a judgment.

Aniston sighed, "I was too naive back then, blinded by love, oblivious to so many important things."

Martin reassured her, "Jen, it's not your fault, you were just too kind."

With kindness, there must be malice, and Aniston naturally placed it on Pitt's head, "Since the divorce, I've realized that Pitt has changed since Friends finished, just like CAA. He didn't marry me, he married America's Sweetheart. It's also during our time together that he became a megastar."

Speaking of which, Aniston pulled out a pen and address book, flipping through it with determination, "I remember the names and contacts of those nannies. This all started because of me and it has yet to end."

Martin was unequivocal, "I will obtain justice for us."

Aniston found them, quickly wrote them on a sticky note, kissed Martin, and placed it in his hand, "Let him be utterly humiliated!"

Martin nodded, "As you wish, my lady."

Aniston wore a reminiscent expression, "Reflecting on it now, I realize that Pitt was indeed different toward the housekeepers."

"I understand," Martin didn't linger, and left shortly after finishing breakfast.

Once in the car driven by Bruce, Martin thought for a moment, then asked, "Old Cloth, the Foot Clan has changed their hangout, right?"

Bruce merged onto the main road and answered, "They're at the Butch Strip Dance Performance Art Club now."

"Is there a bar called Palm Springs nearby the club?" Martin was referring to the bar where Pitt met with the people from Empire magazine."

Bruce had been there, "It's on the same street."

Martin speculated, "Maybe the Foot Clan was there that night."

Bruce got his implication, "Not just Pitt?"

Martin pulled out his phone, found Georgina Chapman's number, and dialed.

The call was quickly answered with a cautious inquiry, "Martin?"

"It's me, hello, Georgina." Martin had spoken with Georgina during the Toronto Film Festival and continued their previous conversation, "Last time we met, you mentioned you were going to host a fashion party in Los Angeles?"

On the other end, Georgina said, "It will be after the New Year, close to the various award ceremonies of the award season. Do you really plan to attend?"

Martin replied, "Once the date is set, don't forget to send me an invitation. I will definitely come to show my support."

Georgina chuckled, "Can you bring Aniston with you?"

Martin wouldn't make decisions for others, "I'll have to ask her opinion."

Georgina stated, "Please wait for my invitation patiently."

Martin politely added another line before hanging up the phone.

Bruce quickly glanced at Martin, then looked away again.

Martin reminded, "Focus on driving, Old Cloth! Do you want us both to get into a car accident?"

"Man, that's pretty harsh," Bruce admitted with admiration, "You're setting a pace to drive Harvey mad!"

Martin was surprised, "Isn't it normal in the industry to attend big fashion parties? Old Cloth, it's your thinking that's off."

Bruce didn't want to talk to this jerk anymore.

But Martin didn't let him off the hook and handed a sticky note to Bruce, "These people used to be nannies for Jen and Pitt before they split. There might be issues between them and Pitt, go check it out."

"Understood," Bruce made it clear, "We shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing, not even have any contact with it."

Martin nodded, "Call Atlanta and shake someone up, have Ivan come over."

Bruce said, "I'll call him later."

After dropping Martin at the studio, Bruce found a public phone booth and dialed the number for Atlanta.

In Atlanta, as soon as Ivan received the notice, he didn't hesitate, quickly packed his bags, said a brief word to Sophia, booked a plane ticket, and rushed to Los Angeles urgently.

...

In a Beverly Hills mansion, Georgina stood on the fountain plaza, waving at a Rolls-Royce.

The rear window of the Rolls-Royce lowered, revealing Harvey Weinstein's chubby face as he called out with a smile, "Darling, don't worry, I will definitely come back before the Oscars."

This year's Oscars, with Weinstein Films lacking a suitable contender, Harvey had planned to scout in Europe, Asia, and Australia, searching for the right film to prepare for another battle next year.

Georgina bid him farewell reluctantly, "Harvey, remember to call me often."

The Rolls-Royce drove further away, and Harvey raised the car window, looking back at his wife who was more than twenty years younger, overcome with a sense of bliss.

But to give up the entire entertainment industry for one person was definitely not going to happen.

This trip, with his reputation, actresses brought or coming forward to him by producers would surely be plentiful.

After seeing all that the world had to offer, Harvey would return and appreciate his wife's goodness all the more.

On the fountain plaza, once the car passed through the gate, the smile faded instantly from Georgina's face as she twisted her tall figure and walked towards the main entrance of the villa.

She sighed softly, "Finally, I can relax a bit, not having to constantly face that fat old mug."

Her assistant caught up, "Boss?"

Georgina kicked off her high heels and sprawled directly onto the sofa, "What is it?"

The assistant put a mobile phone next to her, "Mrs. Winslet just called."

Georgina sat up and dialed back, "Hey, Kate, are you in Los Angeles? That's great, let's meet somewhere this afternoon for a chat."

Kate asked, "Don't you need to accompany Harvey?"

"He's gone to Europe, I can finally relax," Georgina said with her assistant at a distance, lowering her voice slightly, "I've sacrificed too much for my career, it's been too hard, if you don't come out and talk with me, I might get depressed."

...

The Rolls-Royce headed towards Los Angeles Airport with heavy traffic on the road, the driver focused on driving, unaware that three cars of completely different makes and models followed in turn to the international airport.

The World News Report trio arrived successively, pretending to be passengers handling business, they entered the airport terminal.

Lukaku, with a magazine in hand, stood beside a pillar, watching the target Harvey enter the security checkpoint for international flights.

Once the person disappeared, Azar came over with hands in his pockets, "I paid special attention at the check-in desk and this guy is going to Europe, seems like France."

Courtois came over, somewhat annoyed, "We finally set up a phone tap in his hotel room, and now he's off to Europe."

Lukaku was the most composed, "Don't worry, let him go to Europe. We'll start making contact with those women."