It was very dangerous to do this kind of thing in the car, but it was also very exciting. Adriaan had tried it before. He had experienced it when he was photographed dating Julia for the first time. As long as he drove the car as slowly as possible and focused, there would not be too much of a problem. At the same time, he could last longer.
Although Haley Berry was black, she had a quarter of Caucasian blood in her. Therefore, her appearance and figure were quite good. The advantage of being a mixed-race was especially evident in her. Coupled with the fact that her hair had been shortened for the movie, she looked fresh and capable. Her red dress also had a unique style, so Adriaan enjoyed himself to the fullest.
Of course, the reason she was able to play this kind of trick was because he had already taken care of her before this. The process was very simple. A few years ago, when he was producing 'PUBG', Adriaan had chatted with her on the set. At the end of last year, he had just ended his three-year marriage. When he asked her out, he was in a nightclub to relax, so the two of them decided to talk in the nightclub.
Speaking of which, her previous husbands were all very strange. They either had affairs or had violent tendencies. One of her ears had even lost 80% of her hearing in a beating. Of course, none of this had happened yet, but that did not stop Adriaan from saying nice things. Coupled with his deliberate guidance, after a few conversations, Haley began to pour out her frustrations. In the end, she was the only one talking. Regardless of whether Adriaan was listening or not, she continued to drink one glass after another.
Under such circumstances, the alcohol quickly took over her body, and Haley became more and more unrestrained. Adrian, who was in front of her, spoke well and was likable, so she began to tease him in an explicit manner. Naturally, Adriaan did not stand on ceremony. After making out in a dark corner of the nightclub, they hugged each other and went to the men's bathroom. After that, the two of them returned to Haley's house to continue.
When Haley woke up the next day, she did not pay much attention to it. She even made breakfast for Adriaan and agreed to be the female lead in 'Swordfish Operation'. After that, the two of them had a few more passionate moments, but Haley did not make too many requests. Even though Adriaan was gentle, considerate, and respectful, she knew that some things could not be expected of a playboy. Although Haley did not have a good eye for husbands, she still had some brains in this area.
Adrian was also very happy. Although the beautiful black pearl was not bad, especially the slender waist, which was quite enjoyable to hold in his hand and swing, he had no intention of keeping it for his collection, unless Haley could be as humble as Yuji Hui and let Adrian take charge of everything. Therefore, it was better to have friendly matches occasionally.
Let's not talk about this. As time entered May, the Cannes Film Festival was just around the corner. "Mulholland Pass" was almost complete. This movie was originally just a trick in editing, and the post-production was not particularly complicated. The film would be completed in a few days, and it would be sent to France for the film festival. But before that, there were some things that had to be taken care of first.
The sun hung high in the sky. Although it was only May, the weather in Los Angeles, where there was little rain, was basically not much different from midsummer. The pedestrians on the streets had already changed into summer clothes, and the sexy girls in tulle skirts had become a beautiful scenery.
Finally, the white Saab stopped in the parking lot. A bald old man in his sixties opened the door. He was dressed relatively formally. He was wearing a white round-neck T-shirt and a dark suit jacket. He did not fit in with the people on the street. He also wore a pair of large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, which made him look very imposing.
After walking out of the parking lot, he looked around and looked at the time. Then, he walked to the place where they had agreed to meet. It was a decent cafe near the parking lot. Pushing open the door of the coffee shop, the old man walked in and looked around. There were not many people, and it was very quiet. He quickly looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the third row by the window, reading the newspaper. The man noticed his gaze and immediately raised his head, smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
The old man walked a few steps to him, sat down, and said to the waiter, "A cup of cappuccino."
At the same time, he silently looked at the man in front of him. He could not tell his age. He might be over thirty or forty years old. He had a very mediocre face. If he left now, he would probably forget what he looked like when he returned to the office. But this was the most important condition in their line of work. Only by being mediocre could they get closer to the target and not be recognized.
"This is what you want, Mr. Martin." The old man took out a thin file from his suitcase, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of the man.
The man did not say anything. He smiled, took the file, opened it, and began to carefully read the content. The old man did not say anything. He quietly drank the cappuccino sent by the waiter and began to wait. About twenty minutes later, the middle-aged man called "Mr. Martin" finally finished reading the things in his hand. He then raised his head and smiled apologetically, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's okay. I think this should satisfy you." The old man suppressed the impatience in his heart. Frankly speaking, he did not like to deal with this kind of people. They always wore a smile and always looked modest, polite, and harmless, making it impossible to tell what they were thinking. For people in their line of work, not being able to grasp the other party's emotions would put them in a passive position. The reason he had suffered a small loss this time was not unrelated to this.
"Yes, I'm very satisfied. It's beyond my expectations. Anthony Pellicano. " Martin nodded, then took out two copies of the documents in his hand and handed them over. "These are not necessary."
The old man was a little surprised, but he still put the documents back into the suitcase without batting an eyelid. Then, he asked, "So, what do I need?"
Martin then took out an envelope from his pocket and pushed it in front of the old man. Pellicano frowned, but did not ask anything. He opened the envelope in front of the old man, and inside was a check and a neatly folded piece of paper. Pellicano glanced at the number on the check and did not pay much attention to it. After so many years, he was used to big numbers. He was just a little confused. With this doubt in mind, he opened the paper.
The words were very short, and they were typed on a computer. It was obvious that the old man was a cautious person. Pellicano quickly finished reading it, then pondered for a moment and read it a few more times. After thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"My boss said that this is an exchange of information. After all, you have been in Hollywood for decades, and you are also a well-known figure. He can't let you suffer too much." Martin spread his hands and even used honorifics.
"Well, then I won't be unreasonable. Please thank your boss for me." After thinking for a while, Pellicano put away the check. "Anyway, you've won this time. You're a powerful man, Martin. I've been in Hollywood for so many years, but this is the first time someone can use the tricks of the industry to defeat me. Martin Mortimer isn't your real name, is it?"
"It doesn't matter. I am Martin Mortimer now." Martin shrugged. "In fact, you don't have to be so humble. You know, my boss calls you the Eye of Hollywood. He said that most of the things that happen here will not escape your eyes. I was able to win one round because I'm a newcomer here and you don't know much about me, but I know you very well. Another reason is that I can use more resources. "
Pellicano could not help but raise his eyebrows. "You intervened in the divorce case of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, and you know the public's reaction so well. With such a powerful figure like you working for me and giving me considerable support, I can almost guess who your boss is."
Martin chuckled. After finishing the coffee in his cup, he got up and patted Pellicano on the shoulder. He then picked up the file and walked out. The old man was still drinking his cappuccino unhurriedly. After a while, he let out a long sigh. Although he had a hunch after accepting Cruise's commission, he did not expect that it would really involve him.
To be honest, he could still talk and laugh freely when facing Kirk Cocklane, but it was very troublesome to deal with those guys. He was not afraid of them, but it would undoubtedly be very troublesome to mess with them. These fellows controlled the media, which reduced the effectiveness of his best methods by half. More importantly, the underworld was illegal no matter what, but these people, these truly rich people, were best at making illegal things legal!
"I'm sorry, Tom, I can't help you much." Pellicano shrugged indifferently. He finished his coffee and got up to leave. Then he would just quit. There was no need to offend a big shot for Cruise, was there?
With brisk steps, Martin soon arrived outside the boss's office. He looked at the other transparent glass office next to it. The beautiful assistant secretary was not in her seat. Where was she at the moment? Martin tapped his head with his fingers. After thinking for a while, he finally decided to knock on the door.
After a while, the door in front of him opened with a click. Charlize Theron, the beautiful and sexy South African diamond, appeared in front of Martin. Yes, South African diamond. This name was widely spread in the company. It was said that the boss had given her the same name as Pellicano's Hollywood Eye. However, the women in the company preferred to use another name in private.
"Mr. Adriaan, Mr. Modimo is here," she turned her head and called.
"Invite him in." The boss's voice came from inside. Charlize immediately made a gesture of invitation.
"Thank you." Martin smiled and nodded. After taking two steps, he turned back again. "By the way, Miss Charlize, your neckline …"
He said and made a gesture. Charlize looked down and frowned slightly. She quickly adjusted the neckline and restored a misplaced button. Then she raised her head and said in a cold tone, "Thank you."
As long as she was in the company, she always kept people at arm's length. Whether it was the men who wanted to pursue her or the women who pointed at her behind her back, she never seemed to care. Martin wondered if she was like this under the boss. Realizing that he was thinking too much, Martin quickly shook his head slightly. However, he had to admit that the boss's women were all very unique. No wonder he liked to chase after beautiful women. If not, he would not …
"How is it, Martin?" The boss, Adrian Kewell, who was sitting on the high-back chair and fiddling with his tie, asked with a smile. He was only wearing a shirt. Although his coat was hanging on the hanger, it was easy to infer from the wrinkled appearance. It seemed that he was quite timely. If he had been two or three minutes late, it would have been very troublesome for them to enter the actual process.
"Everything went well," Martin said as he sat down and handed over the file in his hand.
"Very good." The boss roughly flipped through the file and nodded. "Pellicano is a smart man. After so many years in Hollywood, he knows when to reach out and when to stop."
"Well done, Martin," he said and raised his head. "Do you want me to reward you with anything?"
"You don't have to." Martin shook his head. "It's actually very simple. What Pellicano is best at is nothing more than using all kinds of illegal means to get hold of the other party's important weaknesses and then blackmail them. This method is also suitable for him. With your support and hiding behind the scenes, his tricks won't work much. The eavesdropping software is not even worth mentioning. As you said, he's a smart man. If it were someone else, they would have achieved the same result." Martin shook his head.
"But not as well as you did." Adriaan shrugged. "You are really good, Martin. I didn't choose the wrong person."
"Come on, let's talk about this next time. Wait until I fully show my strength, or I will be sued for fraud." Martin spread his hands.
Adriaan suddenly laughed. "You know, Martin, I really want to call you Vincent Price."
"That name is outdated. I am Martin Mortimer now," Martin said calmly. However, he still sighed in his heart. This was the first time in more than a decade that he had been caught.
A few months ago, when the European private detective and his men blocked him in a hotel in Athens, he was very surprised. In the beginning, he had failed a few times, but in the last ten years, he had never failed. There were many reasons. For example, he could spend several years on a single job — he had never been a spendthrift. Other than making money, this business was also very exciting — or he had an extremely mediocre face that he would forget the moment he turned his head. Of course, the rich people who had been cheated wanted to save face and were too lazy to call the police, which was another reason.
Unexpectedly, he was caught this time. When he tried to escape — although he had failed before, he had never been caught, and he had his own way of escaping — the other party said that they were not hired to arrest him, but that the employer wanted to talk to him.
Martin, who was skeptical, watched the other party dial the phone and then took the receiver. After two sentences, he realized who the other party was. It was Adrian Kewell, the American media upstart whom he had cheated of two million yuan in London. At the same time, he was also a great director, producer, and a director known as the Miracle Director. Martin's memory had always been good. Otherwise, he would not have been so successful.
At the same time, the other party revealed a surprising piece of news on the phone. After being tricked, the other party began to hire people to investigate him, and they persisted until now. However, the other party did not want to sue him or deal with him. In other words, the other party appreciated him very much and wanted to hire him to do something. They even invited him to the United States for a talk.
Martin agreed to the request after thinking for a long time. He did not think that Adriaan was playing with him. Besides, it was too easy to get rid of a rich man who spared no effort to investigate him and miraculously found him.
Soon, Martin arrived in Los Angeles and met Adriaan in the chairman's office of AC Media. Then, the other party formally extended an invitation to him.
"You have a smart mind, a mercurial temperament, a calm mentality, and … a rather mediocre face. I need such a person to collect information for me," he said very seriously.
"I don't think I'm suitable for this. I prefer an exciting life. You asked me to preside over the intelligence collection work, but it is likely that I will entrust the wrong person in the end," Martin declined politely.
"No, no. No matter how much you seek excitement, you can't live in excitement forever. An appropriate dull life will make you more determined to challenge. What kind of challenge this was was still up for debate. It was a challenge to speak eloquently at an upper-class cocktail party and deceive those people who seemed to be high and mighty. It was also a challenge to analyze the most important piece of information among the countless pieces of information or to carefully investigate the target's situation. I will solve your worries, and you will have a stable and decent job. Then, with my support, you can fully utilize your talents. You don't need to comfort yourself with a few unspeakable things when you're old, "Adriaan said.
He had to admit that this guy was very good at preaching. At least, Martin was really intrigued by him. However, he could not help but struggle, "Why … choose me?"
"Because you successfully deceived me. Even if it has something to do with my impatience and impatience at that time, I was fooled. There is no good excuse. I am a confident and even arrogant person. Since someone can fool me, it means that he is qualified to be used by me, and he must be used by me. " Adriaan did not hide anything. He then chuckled, "If you refuse, then I will sue you for fraud. I am not as prideful as some people. It is not so easy to sit in prison in the United States."
Although Martin knew that Zhang Heng was joking, he knew that it was very likely that he would really do it. Moreover, Zhang Heng's playfulness at that moment evoked some memories of his youth. So, the answer was already certain.
But before that, he still had a question to ask, "How did you find me?"
"It's very simple. I have a photographic memory, and I am good at sketching. I drew your appearance on the same day. Then, I found a helper at the police station and asked a private detective to look for you all over Europe. If they meet someone similar, they will take a picture and send it to me for identification. I have always been good at observing details. To pursue a woman, you must start with the details. "As he spoke, he spread out his hands," See, I am very sincere, am I not? "
"Alright, you win," Martin said after letting out a long sigh.
