America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

At the Los Angeles Orpheum Theatre, 20th Century Fox held the premiere for "Girl Next Door," with most of the journalists coming from media owned by Fox.

The scale of the premiere was not large, lacking even one heavyweight guest.

Counting all the cast and crew members, the only one with star appeal was Eliza, who had won Best Actress at the Gemini Awards twice.

The Gemini Awards are a television and film award.

Naturally, the media cameras focused entirely on Eliza, dressed in a red gown.

And there was Martin, walking the red carpet hand in hand with Eliza.

The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was petite and sexy, they at least looked very pleasing to the eye.

The film had been heavily promoted, and sex comedies always have an audience in America; a lot of young movie fans came to both sides of the red carpet.

Eliza waved with a smile.

The flash bulbs never stopped lighting up.

Martin's fingers were interlocked with hers.

As Eliza walked beside Martin, she felt that Martin was walking unusually slowly and whispered, "Darling, are you not feeling well?"

Martin, of course, wouldn't tell the truth, "I might be hungry."

Considering how they would look on camera, the two had hardly eaten anything since the morning.

Arriving at the media zone, Martin put his arm around Eliza's shoulder. Many cameras appeared across from them, snapping photos of the couple together.

What followed was a brief interview with the media, and Martin conscientiously stepped aside.

After several questions about the movie, an entertainment channel reporter brought up Martin. Eliza tightly clung to Martin's arm, her appearance intoxicated by happiness and especially charming, "This is my boyfriend, Martin Davis. He's a very outstanding actor. What works? Haven't you seen 'Zombie Stripper'?"

Eliza led Martin by the hand into the theatre and introduced him to the main cast and crew members.

Although Martin didn't recognize anyone and hadn't even heard of them, he was still warm and polite in his greetings, making sure not to embarrass Eliza.

The male lead of the film, Emil Hesky, said to Martin, "You're very lucky."

"Because I saved the galaxy in my past life," Martin said with a straight face.

Emil and a few other actors around him were stunned for a moment.

Martin deliberately paused, then continued, "So, in this life, I've won the favor of the most beautiful princess."

The others just thought Martin was good with words.

But Eliza was so stirred by his words that she disregarded the fact they were inside the theatre, disregarding the movie about to play, hooked her arms around Martin's neck, and gave him a passionate kiss.

Once seated, Eliza's attention was not on the movie at all. She leaned into Martin's ear, "I want to go back to the hotel."

Martin lightly touched her lips, "It'll be quick."

The movie wasn't long, but for Eliza, it was exceptionally hard to endure.

Finally, after nearly two hours, the premiere ended, and the couple got into the luxury car rented by Bruce.

As soon as Eliza got into the car, she started kissing Martin passionately. If it weren't for Old Bruce, she would have sat directly on Martin's lap.

The car stopped at the hotel entrance. When Martin and Eliza got out, a flurry of flashlights erupted nearby.

Some paparazzi had followed them.

Martin thoughtfully covered Eliza's face, hugging her as they quickly entered the hotel.

Upstairs, as soon as they entered the room, Eliza turned into a fierce knight, charging through brambles and thorns, running wildly.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock that things gradually quieted down.

Eliza casually threw on Martin's shirt, took out her laptop, logged onto an entertainment website, and excitedly called Martin, "Look, we're on the portal website!"

Martin hurried over; the website reported on the "Girl Next Door" premiere, prominently featuring several photos of him and Eliza together.

In a related article, it even mentioned the name Martin Davis.

Eliza switched to a movie forum, which also had news about "Girl Next Door," interspersed with their photos together.

Martin said, "The reporter's photography skills are terrible, not half as good-looking as you are in person."

Eliza leaned over and kissed him, picking out the best photo, saved it, and uploaded it to her blog, complete with a caption.

"The happiest moment."

Martin slapped her behind, "What about the food I ordered?"

"Sure," Eliza headed towards the bathroom. "I'll take a shower."

An ox can plow the fields, provided it's well fed and watered. Martin had hardly eaten all day and had just had a battle with Eliza, his calves shaking.

He ordered room service, remembering the discomfort from last time on the set, he ordered one vegetarian and one meat dish.

After Eliza finished showering, she came out in loungewear.

Martin took a shower, reminding her, "I've ordered dinner."

After a quick shower, Martin changed into a tank top and shorts, and when he came out, he saw Eliza sitting at the dining table, seemingly lost in thought.

Eliza asked, "Why didn't you order vegetarian?"

Martin hurried over. "I got you the vegetarian one."

Without speaking, Eliza sat down and slowly started to eat after opening a few boxes.

Martin took his portion; the meaty aroma was intoxicating. This was life.

Tears swirled in Eliza's eyes as she suddenly said, "Martin, after we finish this film, can we go on a vacation to India together?"

Martin, biased to his core, responded, "Why would you want to go to a place like India?"

Eliza looked at Martin, her eyes full of hope: "India is a paradise for vegetarians, and their natural therapies are full of spirituality. I want to go to India with you and start a journey of self-discovery."

"Hold on, India? Natural therapies?" Martin's deep-rooted impressions wouldn't change just because of a few words: "Dear, are you joking? What kind of natural therapies? Drinking water from the Ganges? I'd rather meet God."

As a staunch vegetarian, Eliza had her unshakeable theories: "I'm not asking you to drink water from the Ganges, but to experience how vegetarianism can cleanse the body, soul, and spirit..."

Martin didn't want to argue over such matters, for neither could convince the other, so he simply said, "Sorry, dear, I've made plans with Zomi and Bruce to go hunting after shooting."

"My God! Hunting?" Eliza exclaimed: "You're going to kill animals?"

Martin spread his hands: "There are too many animals running rampant in Australia; they have to hire people to cull them every year. We've applied for a license; it's legal hunting."

Eliza didn't argue but just asked, "Can't you accompany me to India instead?"

Martin patiently explained: "You stick to vegetarianism, and I don't interfere, nor do I object, because that's your freedom. But it would break me, my body wouldn't take it."

"That's impossible." The tears in Eliza's eyes rolled down. "As long as you get through the toughest period, you would adapt..."

Martin didn't want to continue the topic: "Can we put aside our differences, please?"

Yet Eliza persisted: "You're choosing meat over me, right?"

Martin shook his head: "I'm not, because there's no conflict between the two, not at all."

Eliza wiped away her tears with the back of her hand: "You've made your choice." She slowly stood up: "Sorry, Martin, I really am very sorry, but I have to go."

Martin understood her meaning; what more could he say. He sighed, "It's late; I should go. You take care."

Eliza said nothing more.

Martin hurriedly packed his bags, didn't even change clothes, and walked out wearing slippers, a T-shirt, and shorts, dragging his suitcase behind him.

Eliza cleared away Martin's meal box, throwing it all into the trash bin, then sat in front of her laptop and deleted all the contents related to Martin.

From photos to blog posts, all were wiped clean.

She hugged her knees to her chest, buried her head in her legs, and began to cry.

Eliza made a resolute choice to stick with vegetarianism.

Martin went downstairs and called Bruce: "Old Cloth, where are you? If you haven't taken the back door, come pick me up at the hotel."

Soon, Bruce arrived in Martin's Volkswagen.

Martin stowed his luggage and got in the car, saying, "Find a place to grab something to eat, have a drink."

Bruce gave him a look and asked, "Kicked out? That was over quick, wasn't it?"

Martin gestured, not knowing what to say.

"It's normal for a man to be heartbroken," Bruce consoled. "Monica dumped someone as great as me."

Martin retorted, "That's because you're a pervert!"

Bruce fired back: "Aren't you one too? You're even more depraved than I am!"

Martin didn't elaborate: "I'm just too normal."

Bruce remarked, "Right, too normal. Relationships that come fast, go fast too."

Martin suddenly thought of the red carpet: "Flaunt your love, and it ends quickly."

Bruce deliberately said, "There's an Indian restaurant that makes excellent vegetarian dishes. Let's try it."

Martin got angry and started rummaging in the glove box for his gun: "Today, I'm going to blast your filthy dog-brained head open and see if a civilized person's brains are made of crap!"

The car suddenly stopped beside the brightly lit Brazilian barbecue restaurant.

"You know what's good for you!" Martin slammed the glove box shut and got out of the car: "I want to eat meat! I damn well want meat!"

Bruce locked the car and called to Martin to enter the restaurant: "Tonight's on me; I'll make sure you eat your fill."

Martin vented his feelings: "I'm going to eat every piece of meat this place has!"

The two entered, ordered beer and barbecue.

Eating meat greedily, drinking heavily, Martin finally felt better: "Old Cloth, this is life!"

Bruce cautioned, "You'll get sick of it quickly if you eat like that."

Martin clinked his glass against Bruce's: "Just this once."

After a satisfying meal, Martin remembered something and pulled out Thomas's phone, giving him a call.

"Damn it, calling me so late!" Thomas exploded: "I had just fallen asleep!"

Hearing his agent rage improved Martin's mood somewhat as he said, "You advised me to notify my agent immediately if there were any issues with my personal life."

Thomas caught on quickly: "You broke up with Eliza? Martin, you've just ridden Eliza's premier red carpet, and now you've dumped her? Have some morality, will you? Even as your agent, I think you're scum!"

Martin didn't want to say more: "Take it however you want; I'm officially informing you that Martin Davis is single again."

Bruce suddenly commented, "You haven't learned even one-tenth of what Jack could do."

Thomas heard that on the call and asked, "Who's Jack?"

Martin brushed it off: "Someone with almost as many talents as me." He invited, "You're awake, so come have a drink. We'll meet at Avalon."

Three bored single men drank till two in the morning before parting ways.

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