"What a beautiful house, Martin, you've got good taste,"
Standing on the highest terrace of the villa, Nicholson took off his sunglasses and looked around, "When you move in, you absolutely must throw a grand party. If there aren't at least 50 supermodels, you might as well jump off from here."
Martin pretended not to hear the last sentence and said, "The interior needs to be renovated. We've just finalized the plan, so moving won't happen until summer."
Instead, he remembered the first sentence, "Jack, you've got good taste too, being able to recognize my extraordinary style."
Leonardo, standing nearby, couldn't listen anymore, "Wasn't this house newly built by Pitt? I'm very curious, how did Pitt agree to sell this house to you for such a low price?"
Martin said, "Because Pitt and I are good friends."
Leonardo felt something wasn't right and asked, "Does Pitt know the house ended up in your hands?"
Martin waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about those minor details."
