The parking lot of the farm estate was bustling due to Martin having to leave early, and Morgan Freeman accompanied him all the way to his car.
Martin shook hands with the old man, "It’s been a fantastic party, if not for an urgent issue popping up, I would definitely stay for an even more wonderful evening."
Staying for poker tonight? That’s just too much for a normal man to bear.
Martin couldn’t stand the torture. He had attended the party, made his presence known, so why not head home to play poker with his little witch instead?
Morgan Freeman said with a smile, "As long as it’s to your taste."
"You’ve still got friends to entertain, go back," Martin said. "I’m off."
Morgan Freeman waited until the Escalade left the farm before he breathed a sigh of relief and headed back.
There was nothing unusual about Martin, and those bastards from Lynch should not have messed around at his party.
This lightened Morgan Freeman’s mood a bit, feeling like he could go for another round today.
He suddenly felt like calling over his step-granddaughter Adina.
On the ride back, Martin turned on the air conditioning and lowered the temperature slightly, but after a while, it still felt a bit warm.
No help for it. In these situations, the heated blood of a normal man takes time to cool down.
If he didn’t leave tonight and stayed on, Martin suspected he might explode.
Who could endure that?
Martin took out his phone and dialed Elizabeth Olsen, "Hey dear, where are you?"
From the other end, Elizabeth responded, "I’m at the office working. Why?"
"I miss you," Martin said directly. "I’ll be home in about an hour."
Elizabeth replied, "I’ll wait for you at home."
Martin exchanged a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Bruce sped up the car slightly and said, "That Mia isn’t bad, the other two are just so-so."
Mia is a bombshell.
The other two, Malena is not bad, but that Nicky, her pelvis hurts easily.
Martin took out a business card and placed it in the car’s armrest compartment, "Find out what they do."
Bruce got it instantly, "I knew it, you’re not giving up. The meat delivered to your mouth, you still want to eat."
"Don’t you think they play poker very well?" Martin had reasons for both choices. "Playing poker, dancing a bit, it’s quite fun, actually."
Bruce couldn’t help saying, "You’ve tired them out to the point of cramping! Buddy, calling you a playboy is an insult to the word playboy."
Martin was innocent, "It’s art, Old Cloth! It’s a pity there was no pole today, next time I’ll look for a room with a pole to play Texas hold ’em."
He circled back to the previous subject, "Their dance skills are proficient, seems like they’ve had professional training, they could be part-time models, Playboy bunnies, or even girls from the attic. Oh yeah, send the footage to Jenna, check if they’re from Sacred Valley."
Bruce nodded, "With business cards and footage, it’s easy to find out."
......
Morgan Freeman’s farm estate.
Nicky, still trembling slightly in her legs, Malena Morgan, and Mia Malkova walked along the long corridor towards the adjoining annex building.
The more mature-looking Mia was pondering a lot, whispering, "The boss will definitely ask us about what happened, and if he finds out we didn’t succeed, it could get troublesome."
"What’s wrong with that Martin Davis guy!" Malena complained uncontrollably. "His tent is pitched higher than a house, and yet the damn guy still holds back."
Nicky also said, "Not only does he hold back, but he also keeps making us dance on and on."
She rubbed her sore lower back, "I’m nearly dead from exhaustion."
Malena said, "I feel like I’m going to cramp up sleeping tonight."
Mia reminded the two, "We better think about how to deal with Michel. Don’t forget, we took a generous payment in advance from the boss, but didn’t accomplish what he wanted done. If he gets angry, it’s going to be a big problem."
Malena and Nicky were worried, with the former saying, "I’ve spent all the money I took, I have nothing to return to the boss."
Nicky felt the same, "Me too."
Accustomed to easy money, their earnings quickly turned into various luxury goods; they had no habit of saving.
Mia had her own headache, "I can’t exactly pay Michel back with a couple of bags, some cosmetics, and perfume."
In a moment of desperation, Malena had a brainwave, "There were only us and those two from Martin’s side in the room at that time, they wouldn’t blabber everywhere. As long as we keep quiet, who’s to know what exactly happened?"
Nicky’s eyes lit up, pointing at her shaky legs, "It’s obvious we are overworked."
Mia, having been with the company longer, added, "This doesn’t sound too good."
Malena challenged her, "Considering Michel’s way of doing things, he’s sure to demand back most of the payment. What will you return? Are you going to give up the remaining half of the payment?"
Considering the substantial amount of money, Mia fell silent.
Nicky said, "Of course, I want it, why wouldn’t I! I’ve got my eye on a new Hermes bag, I’m short on cash!"
Mia nodded, "Alright."
Malena added, "We took turns with Martin, just had a few rounds with him. Martin was too vigorous, we were no match, and ended up like this."
Nicky agreed, "I concur, that’s the narrative we’ll stick with. I won’t refund a dime."
After a moment’s thought Mia nodded too, "Okay then, let’s agree on our story."
Malena reassured them, "Don’t worry, with a situation like this, is Michel going to verify it with Martin? Impossible!"
The three slowed down, quickly aligning their stories. Their tenure under Michel’s wing might not be very long, but they were veterans of many battles, and now, their appearance was very convincing.
Entering the auxiliary building, Michel was sitting on the sofa waiting for them.
She glanced briefly, and couldn’t help but be surprised, a three-on-one fight turned out like this?
Malena took a step forward, the muscles on her long legs that peeked out from her white hot pants tensed up as if they were slightly trembling at a very rapid pace.
She said, "Boss, everything went smoothly."
"Well done," Michel didn’t care about the details and asked, "Did you leave contact information?"
Malena answered, "We did, Martin has taken care of it."
Michel nodded, her gaze swept over Malena’s legs, pausing on Mia and Nicky briefly, her curiosity getting the better of her, she asked, "Is Martin Davis that strong?"
Malena thought to herself, that bastard made us dance on and off for hours.
It wasn’t just strong, it was abnormally strong!
A trace of discomfort appeared on her face, "Incredibly strong."
Mia joined in, "The three of us combined were still left in this state by him."
Nicky also said, "My legs might cramp up at any moment."
Michel, seeing their unusual states, thought they were deeply impressed by Martin and said, "All right, go and rest. Keep your cell phones on 24 hours, in case you miss a call from Martin."
She asked, "Do you understand what we need to do next?"
Malena replied, "Understood."
The other two also responded in succession.
Michel watched the three of them walk out awkwardly, first very curious and then itching to try.
Martin Davis’s prowess had piqued her interest.
Michel pondered whether to get involved personally later, to test the full extent of Martin’s capabilities so she could further secure this important client.
At that moment, Lynch came in from outside, "Boss?"
Michel said, "Everything is going smoothly, proceeding according to plan."
Lynch then left, taking the opportunity before he did to have a private word with Morgan Freeman.
"Thank you for your party," he said with a smile.
Morgan Freeman replied, "This is a one-time thing, don’t take it as a precedent."
Lynch, having dragged someone else into the mix, how could it just be for once? But his reply was different, "Don’t worry, how could we put a friend in a difficult situation?"
Morgan Freeman reminded, "Don’t forget what you promised."
Lynch responded, "Of course, we won’t. Please be patient, and we’ll notify you in advance once everything is settled."
Morgan Freeman showed a satisfied smile.
Martin had already left.
Lynch and Michel also left the farmstead to return to Los Angeles, accompanied by Malena, Mia, and Nicky.
Michel had them suspend all other business for the time being, devoting all their time and energy to Martin, aiming to secure this major deal.
Back in Los Angeles and after catching their breath, Malena dragged Mia and Nicky to find a Texas hold’em expert.
They decided to improve their card skills, and come hell or high water, win a few rounds next time they played poker.
Three against one, they could surely turn Martin Davis back to a caveman.
…
In Beverly Hills, the Davis Estate.
Martin felt his phone vibrate, picked it up, and saw a text from Bruce.
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He tucked Elizabeth in with a blanket and, putting on a robe, went downstairs.
In the living room on the first floor, Bruce was waiting for him.
Martin asked, "What’s the matter?"
Bruce shook the documents in his hand, "Those three women have dug up some things."
Martin didn’t take the documents and said, "Let’s hear it."
"Malena Morgan, 20 years old, from Florida, is a late-night drama actress." Bruce emphasized, "Much more explicit than the late-night dramas we saw in Atlanta. She’s the lead actress in a current late-night drama called ’Pleasure and Pain,’ directed by Zalman King."
Martin frowned slightly, "That name sounds familiar."
Bruce said, "’Red Shoe Diaries’, ’Nine and a Half Weeks’, ’Wild Orchid’ are all his works."
With that, Martin realized who it was, a famous North American master of art films.
Bruce continued, "Mia Malkova is 18 years old, a streaming platform’s leading lady, and part-time model. That’s her stage name, but she has several others. It’s rumored that the Sacred Valley folks have been in touch with her, and she might join them."
"Nicky is an actress from Ukraine, age unknown, looking to break into Hollywood, currently moonlighting as a model."
Martin nodded, "Which company organized this party?"
Bruce had hurried back to research the situation of those three ladies and said, "Still looking into it, not clear yet."
Martin didn’t take it too seriously since there were many companies like that in Hollywood, and a lot of stars needed young and beautiful women to warm up their parties.
Some sold party tickets to the public, while others outsourced to relevant companies.
How such business was done was, in fact, an open secret.