America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 869 - 839: Cash on Delivery_2
Martin heard it and knew he was right; it was just the day after the conflict with Justin Bieber and Ryan Reynolds.
Scarlett, ever the ex-wife, specifically warned Martin, "Ryan Reynolds is very vengeful and can be very patient. He'll do anything to achieve his goals, and don't underestimate him just because he's a second-tier star."
Martin listened and simply asked, "What's Ryan Reynolds up to recently?"
Scarlett replied, "He's working on a movie, a character from the X-Men. I heard he's faced setbacks at 20th Century Fox repeatedly but still hasn't given up. Seems like he's preparing a party to ingratiate himself with the executives at Fox."
Martin took note and said, "Deadpool, right? I remember he played that role in Wolverine."
"Probably." Scarlett winked at Martin, "If you go after him, let me know. I'd love to see him in trouble."
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Martin replied, "Don't drag me into your ex-marital disputes."
Scarlett adjusted her blonde hair and said, "You're no fun..."
"No, it's not about being no fun," Martin stood up, gesturing her towards the door, "He hasn't done me any harm. In fact, I'm the one messing with his ex-wife."
Scarlett pinched Martin's arm, "Are you planning on messing with me too?"
Bruce pulled up the car to the front door, Martin opened the door, and pushed Scarlett into the car, "Wouldn't it be incredibly disrespectful if I said I didn't want to?"
"Of course!" Scarlett emphasized, "At the very least, for basic courtesy, you have to mess with me today."
Martin had no choice but to take Scarlett to the long-term suite at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Beverly Hills.
Before the courtesy messing around, Martin specifically instructed Bruce outside the door, "Get someone to keep an eye on Ryan Reynolds immediately. That bastard might be bad for us. Let's see what he's up to first."
Bruce nodded, "I'll get on it right away."
Scarlett was getting impatient inside the room and shouted, "Martin, where's your manners? Aren't you a gentleman?"
For the sake of his own reputation, Martin hurriedly went back inside.
Scarlett Johansson, not yet thirty, deserved such politeness.
Now, Scarlett's bathwater would have a market.
Give it a few more years, once the Black Widow turned into Mrs. Scarlett, Martin wouldn't be so polite anymore.
Perhaps feeling a bit guilty for inadvertently causing trouble for Martin, Scarlett was proactive and let Martin truly understand to what extent a Hollywood actress, when she wanted a man to enjoy, could go.
At the climax of emotions and rhythm, Scarlett even took out her phone, insisting on taking a selfie with Martin as a souvenir.
Martin didn't want to be exposed with her, only letting her take a close-up selfie of them.
Scarlett had no choice but to post a flushed, sweaty selfie of them to Twitter.
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Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills.
Ryan Reynolds sat on a high stool at his living room bar, surveying his $4 million house.
It was the mansion he had bought when he married Scarlett Johansson, where he had put in all his effort.
Now, it was one of the few assets Ryan Reynolds still had in hand.
His agent, Cowell, came in from outside with a document and placed it on the bar.
Ryan glanced at it and asked, "Sold?"
Cowell nodded, "$3.65 million, sold to a star from Mexico."
Ryan looked carefully, noting the signatures of lawyers and accountants, then took the signing pen Cowell offered and signed his name on the document.
"I'll take this to the real estate agent," Cowell picked up the documents, glancing at his watch, "We can stay here until six o'clock this afternoon."
Ryan leaned on the bar, "I'll stay on my own for a while."
Cowell went to handle the sale of the house; selling the house meant having enough money to throw a grand party.
Michel Brian had already informed them, the goods had arrived in Los Angeles.
Ryan also needed to hurry up with the second payment.
Cowell left to meet with the real estate agent.
Ryan leaned on the bar, zoned out for a bit, like many others, took out his phone and started browsing social media. As soon as he opened Twitter, he saw a new post by his ex-wife Scarlett Johansson and casually clicked on it.
The phone screen lit up with Scarlett's tweet popping open, titled - Great feeling working out with Martin Davis!
There was also a photo below the tweet, a headshot of Martin with Scarlett!
Ryan only needed one glance to curse, "Damn adulterers!"
The two in the photo had disheveled hair, a dazed look, flushed cheeks, and sweaty foreheads.
After years in Hollywood, Ryan knew at a glance that they weren't working out; they were clearly messing around.
What his ex-wife did with someone else was none of his business.
But Ryan immediately thought about the last phone call with Scarlett Johansson, the time when they were married, this pair of adulterers had hooked up.
Plus the incidents that happened in New York.
Ryan freaked out, but there was nothing he could do.
With his status, there was no way to deal with Martin Davis.
"Damn it!" Without the mood to keep browsing social media, Ryan turned off his phone screen and punched the bar counter, "I can't be unlucky all the time! And you can't always be doing well!"
Now, his urgency for the Deadpool role, to impress 20th Century Fox, grew even stronger.
Unable to sit still any longer, Ryan got up and left the house, seeing that Cowell had already finished dealing with the real estate agent, he said, "Let's go."
