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This shameless couple hadn\'t ev tered the hotel before they started embracing and kissing passionately, oblivious to those a them.

Me approached Bruce, "Your boss moves fast. He managed to charm the prettiest one in the crew."

Judd glanced over before heading towards the hotel. His agt had called from Los Angeles to inform him that the crew was a bit complicated and advised him to keep a low profile, speak less, and just focus on his work.

The crew had already figured it out: the flirty guy and the pretty girl were bound to hook up sooner or later.

Martin led Eliza by the hand into the hotel, while Bruce, carrying his bag, also prepared to head back.

His phone rang, and it was Martin calling, "Go book a room, a long-term one. You probably won\'t be able to go back rectly."

"Got it," Bruce wt to the hotel reception to op a new room and couldn\'t help but curse, "Scumbags."

The crew adjusted quickly to such dramas.

There were simply too many instances of lead actors starting affairs during filming, and it wasn\'t unusual, ev for those who were married.

Couples formed within crews were a common sight in Hollywood.

Upstairs, in Martin\'s suite, Eliza finally got to witness the "zombie machine gun dance."

The petite blonde wt through hell and back amidst a barrage of bullets.

Wh the storm had settled, Eliza took a shower, called Martin to her suite to pack up all her luggage, and dragged it to Martin\'s.

As Eliza sorted out her clothes, Martin prepared to order dinner, asking, "Honey, are you hungry? I\'ll call for some food."

"I\'m a vegetarian," Eliza reminded him purposefully.

Martin made the call, specifically ordering a vegetarian dinner.

Eliza came out of the bedroom and leaned in to kiss Martin, "Thank you."

Martin pulled her to him and held her on his lap, "You have amazing talt."

"I think so too," Eliza confidtly said, "I\'m a gifted actress."

Martin was good at spotting positives, "I was referring to this, ev as a vegetarian you maintain an impressive figure."

Feeling quite uncomfortable, Eliza shifted her position and asked curiously, "How did you perfect your \'zombie machine gun dance\'?"

Martin said, "It\'s a kind of gift, probably because God or someone like that likes me a lot."

Eliza, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, quickly jumped off Martin\'s lap. Her waist and legs were sore; without some rest, how could the target withstand the machine gun?

She held Martin down, "Don\'t mess a; you promised to cherish me, remember?"

Martin replied earnestly, "Did I not give you ough love?"

Eliza thought to herself that it was way too much and quickly took out her phone to distract Martin, "Let\'s take a selfie together and post it on the blog."

Martin straighted up a bit, especially toning down his lecherous vibe, not wanting to come off as a dirty old man.

He could switch his expression in an instant, once again looking like the sunny, handsome man.

Eliza moved closer, and they touched heads.

The phones back th didn\'t have front cameras, making selfies quite cumbersome.

Martin suggested, "Use a laptop."

Eliza took out her laptop, placed it on the desk, and turned on the built-in camera.

Martin leaned in, wrapped an arm a Eliza, and she rested her head on his shoulder before clicking the mouse.

She nudged Martin, "Move over, I need to post the blog."

Martin picked her up so that she sat on his lap instead.

Eliza\'s petite frame truly resembled that of a younger sister as she sat on Martin\'s lap and oped the blog.

She turned back and shared a deep kiss with Martin before starting to write.

"The most beautiful sister and the most handsome brother are together now."

Eliza uploaded the photo they had just tak and leaned back on Martin\'s shoulder, "Quick, think of something to write."

Martin pondered hard but was devoid of creativity. All he could think of was the old playboy\'s mantra, "Eliza and Martin have finally found the spark that lights the fire, igniting a life of passion!"

"That\'s too dirty!" Eliza understood immediately but kept typing, "But I like it!"

The post was st out, and within minutes Eliza\'s phone rang.

It was her agt calling, "Tell me you\'re not joking!"

Eliza moved to the other side of the living room, "I\'m very serious."

The agt questioned, "Why didn\'t you give me a heads up?"

"How was I supposed to know wh love would come, how could I control the timing of its arrival!" Eliza said, "I only truly decided to be with him a few hours ago."

She emphasized, "We are very compatible, and I\'m happy."

There was a knock on the door; Martin wt to get the dinner delivery, gave a tip, and oped the dishes one by one on the dining table.

He looked towards Eliza.

Eliza shook her head slightly, indicating that everything was fine, and quickly ded the call.

Martin approached and asked, holding her, "Has this caused you any trouble?"

Eliza smiled, "No worries. You\'re an actor too, so you know how troublesome agts can be."

Martin hugged her and headed towards the dining table, "Agts consider things more comprehsively, it\'s not bad to list to their advice more."

"What if he tells me to leave you?" Eliza asked.

Martin pulled out a chair and let her sit down, "I\'ll let him know just how twisted Old Cloth can be."

......

In the hotel cafe, after serving Paris, Kim Kardashian sat by the window, admiring the night view of Brisbane and joying a rare momt of leisure.

An all too human Bruce came over at this momt, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her, "Sorry, Kim, to have kept you waiting."

Kim, with not too many artificial traces on her, smiled naturally, "It\'s me who came early."

Bruce asked, "Adrian..."

Kim\'s smile became ev more brilliant, "Let\'s not mtion him in the future, okay?"

Others might not know, but the person opposite could definitely guess.

Bruce nodded lightly and said, "Is Paris feeling any better? I heard she isn\'t easy to get along with, unlike that clown Martin who, although he acts on a whim, is quite amiable."

Kim didn\'t want to discuss it, "Let\'s not talk about her, tell me about your guy, he settled the female lead role that quickly."

Bruce said, "Martin\'s father is Jack from Atlanta, the most versatile man who once eloped with eighte housewives."

Kim laughed again.

Bruce, unlike Martin, didn\'t beat a the bush, being straightforward, and abruptly turned the conversation back, "Kim, someone like Paris won\'t support you. You have no future with her."

Kim, single-minded in her desire for fame, "Paris promised she would introduce me into the circle of celebrities."

Bruce asked, "Who was her assistant before and where did they d up?"

Kim was tak aback; Paris had employed several assistants before her, and those people had gott nothing but their salaries.

How many smart people, under the temptation of greed, are fooled by simple, laughable tricks, ev deceiving themselves? Kim\'s hands unconsciously clutched the edge of the table, "I, I am differt, Paris..."

Bruce, already a rott guy who did shady deeds, together with a rott person like Martin, one could imagine how rott the two combined could be.

"Do you really believe in Paris?" Bruce might not have se the high-d circles, but he had se ough rott people and rott evts. The ways of the high-d circles might be more sophisticated, but human nature doesn\'t change.

He shattered Kim\'s hopes, prying op the protective shell she had built for herself, "Wh I used to work, my manager always told me to work hard for a promotion and a raise. After two years, I broke his front teeth with a keyboard."

Kim fell silt, recalling her interactions with Paris from the beginning; her status was higher than her predecessors, but in reality, she was still a bag-carrying assistant.

Bruce\'s duty was to secure Martin\'s back, but in effect, he was still doing the sweeper\'s work, dealing with the tertainmt industry\'s mess, requiring ev more complex means.

Kim felt that although she was an assistant, she came from a good backg and was more high-d than Bruce.

Bruce wasn\'t just interested in her ass; he also wanted to use her for practice.

In the way of the tertainmt industry.

Seeing the crack op up, Bruce said, "I suddly thought of a way these past few days that could make you famous all over America."

Kim forced a smile, "I\'ve be to many auditions and have made a lot of effort, but this path is ev harder."

Bruce said, "Not that."

"What is it?"

"I hav\'t thought it through yet." Bruce got up, "I\'ll come to you once I have thought it through."

Kim watched Bruce leave, uncertain if what he said was true or false.

......

The weekd morning was especially quiet, and Martin, busy until midnight, slept in until he was wok up by a kiss from Eliza.

Martin stretched out his arm, and Eliza grabbed one arm, trying hard to pull him up. After struggling for a while without any success, she huffed, "You\'re heavy as a bear!"

"Do I have breasts as good-looking as mine?" Martin kicked off the blankets, and his muscular body bashfully emerged, each muscle line like an electric currt, zapping into Eliza\'s heart, leaving her tingling all over.

Eliza bit her lip and reached for the thickest, longest lightning bolt, "Are you getting up or not!"

Martin flipped over and got up, running into the bathroom to wash up.

Eliza said, "Breakfast has arrived. Come out and eat once you\'re done."

After a while, Martin came to the dining table and sat down.

Eliza lifted the thermal cover, saying, "Try this, I specifically requested a full vegetarian breakfast."

Martin took a few bites and, of course, had to complimt, "It tastes pretty good."

Eliza smiled happily, "As long as you like it, I was worried you wouldn\'t."

Martin\'s complimts rolled off his tongue effortlessly, "Whatever you give, I like."

Although there was no meat, eggs, or dairy, the lovers, their passion still hot, joyed the meal immsely.

Eliza asked, "It\'s the weekd; do you have any plans?"

Martin had thought about it the night before, "Today we\'re going to the Gold Coast; I\'ve heard the scery is nice there."

"Just the two of us?"

"I\'ll drive; don\'t worry," Martin said offhandedly, "Old Cloth wants to feed the crocodiles, the kind where he gets eat himself."

Eliza said, "You and Old Cloth don\'t seem like work partners, nor like ordinary partners."

Martin simply stated, "Old Cloth has saved me many times; we\'re brothers."

After breakfast, Martin took the car provided by the studio, made a call to Bruce, and th set off to the Gold Coast with Eliza, where they joyed a day out and spt the night.