Near Venice Beach, a sprawling villa was brightly lit, with dozens of models shuttling back and forth around a huge swimming pool, enhancing the atmosphere of the scene.
On the villa's terrace, Michel Brian looked down at her kingdom.
Fernandez came up from below and said, "BOSS, the goods have been brought."
Michel flashed a smile, "Very good."
Fernandez's phone vibrated. He excused himself to Michel and stepped aside to take the call. After returning, he hesitated.
Michel glanced at him, "Speak your mind."
"Last time, to appease Depp, you had me tell Depp's henchman that we were looking for a way to deal with Martin Davis," Fernandez said cautiously. "Depp's guy called me, asking how things are going."
Upon hearing the name Martin Davis, Michel's good mood evaporated.
Fernandez didn't dare to say more and hurriedly left, "I'm going to check on how the goods are being distributed downstairs."
