Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm-Chapter 435 - 434: The Ruthless Tactics of Texas Oil

"What is it?"

"That guy overheard your conversation with Donovan Sandy and came to complain to me."

Martin chuckled. "It doesn't matter. I'll make sure he forgets about it. Once I leave, someone from Texas Oil Group or Little Bush's people will definitely come to confirm whether I'm still here. This Michael guy is about my size—why don't we have him pose as me?"

James Hendricks immediately responded, "No problem. I'll tell everyone I sent Michael on a mission. No one will care... where he went."

Martin nodded. "Tonight, I'll make some changes to his appearance. It'll hold for ten days, no problem. I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning. Is there a hidden exit from this villa?"

"There is. It's in the basement and leads to a small cabin a hundred meters away. Only I know about it."

"Perfect!"

—

The next morning, "Martin" came downstairs to have breakfast with everyone, warmly greeting them.

Donovan felt a little uneasy. "Why does Martin's aura feel different? It seems... weaker than yesterday."

But he didn't think too much about it. After all, a living, breathing person was right in front of him—who would suspect he'd been replaced?

After breakfast, two middle-aged men came for a visit.

They carefully observed "Martin" strolling in the garden from the second-floor study.

One of them asked, "Is that him?"

"Yes, no doubt about it."

"Good. I'll call the chairman right away."

After making the call, the man who had spoken looked elated—clearly, he'd been praised. He turned to his companion and said, "Jack, the chairman wants you to stay here and keep an eye on him. Make sure Martin doesn't slip away."

"Don't worry. I've got this. I'll watch him closely!"

—

Rewinding to the early morning, Gordon picked up Martin outside the small cabin and drove him away.

On the road, Martin instructed, "Head straight to the airport."

Gordon was taken aback. "Aren't you going to see Miss Drew? She's really worried about you!"

"No need. Just tell her I'm a guest of the FBI. I'm safe—no issues. Oh, and tell the lawyers to go back as well."

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"Understood!"

—

Iraq.

Inside a U.S. military command center, a brown-haired middle-aged man was fuming.

"What do you mean, you can't find them? Huh? A bunch of sewer rats just vanished into thin air? Are your men even competent?"

"I don't care! You have three days to find them! Damn it, New York won't hold out for long either."

The man was visibly agitated.

Standing across from him was a sturdy, uniformed man in his forties. Despite the verbal onslaught, his expression remained unchanged as he responded calmly:

"This is Iraq, not America. Our people aren't familiar with the terrain, and we can't risk their lives conducting door-to-door searches. However..."

The officer hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue.

"However, what? Brigadier General Clayton!" The brown-haired man snapped impatiently.

Brigadier General Clayton seemed to have made up his mind. "However, since you know Campbell Oil Company has made contact with them, why not just follow their trail?"

"Follow them? That's not realistic. Like you said, our people don't know the area well, and they stick out like a sore thumb. Honestly, all we've done is infer from Martin's sudden trip to the UAE that he might be in contact with Iraqi forces—we're not even certain. Hmph... but your idea gives me an idea..."

The brown-haired man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

—

Meanwhile, Martin had arrived in Abu Dhabi, dressed in a traditional robe and headscarf, blending in perfectly with the locals.

Gordon, similarly disguised, accompanied him.

The two got into a Mercedes-Benz S600 parked by the roadside. Elsewhere, this car might stand out, but in Abu Dhabi? It was just another common sedan, no different from the taxis everywhere.

After getting in, Gordon scanned the surroundings carefully. Seeing nothing suspicious, he started the engine.

As they drove, he kept a watchful eye on the rearview mirror.

Martin chuckled. "Relax. Texas Oil Group and Little Bush have no idea I'm in Abu Dhabi."

Gordon remained serious. "Better safe than sorry."

Martin laughed. "Your Chinese is getting pretty good."

The Mercedes soon arrived at a portside compound owned by Campbell Oil Company.

As they pulled into the courtyard, David Scott came out to greet them, deliberately raising his voice. "Welcome, welcome! It's an honor to receive such distinguished guests. May I ask what business the Crown Prince has entrusted you with?"

Martin replied in Arabic-accented English, "There are a few matters to discuss. Has Mr. Meyers returned yet?"

"No, and I don't know when he will. But why don't we continue this conversation in my office?" David Scott suggested.

Martin nodded.

Once the three of them entered the elevator, David Scott lowered his voice. "The cleaning staff in this office building. I don't trust them."

Martin nodded. "Better to be cautious."

David Scott continued, "Martin, what's going on? You sounded very serious on the phone."

"I'll explain in your office," Martin said.

When they arrived at David Scott's office, Martin was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He signaled to Gordon, then quickly pulled David Scott outside.

David Scott was confused until Martin whispered in his ear, "Your office is bugged. You're being listened to."

David Scott's face turned grim. "Damn it! Who did this?"

Martin asked, "Have you mentioned me in this office over the past two days?"

David Scott thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Boss, when you called me two days ago, I was on the drilling platform. I didn't return to the office yesterday, and I only got here this morning. I never mentioned you."

Martin relaxed and smiled. "Good."

At that moment, Gordon came out of the office and reported, "Found three bugs—one in the lamp, one in the flowerpot, and one under the drawer panel. Should I remove them?"

"No. They're still useful."

"Let's go to my office instead. Hopefully, that one's clean."

The three of them took the elevator to the top floor and entered Martin's office.

Martin swept the room with his magic—clean. No bugs or hidden devices.

Only then did he lean back into his leather chair, smirking as he said in a mocking tone:

"This must be the work of Texas Oil Group. Looks like they're hell-bent on getting the Segurna No. 1 oil field. They've got tricks up their sleeves."

"Boss, what exactly happened in New York?" David Scott asked.

Martin gave a brief but thorough account of everything that had transpired there, holding nothing back. After all, David Scott, like Gordon, was completely on his side.

After hearing the full story, David Scott frowned deeply.