On the morning of October 17th, two days later, with the contract officially signed, the $39.5 million was transferred into the company's account before noon.
After discussing with Sera, Wayne decided not to transfer all the money to his personal account. Instead, they left $7 million, along with the company's remaining balance of over $1 million, to cover daily operations and the initial costs for establishing a North American distribution channel.
Even so, combined with the $1 million he earned from *Happy Death Day*, and after setting aside taxes, Wayne's personal account now held close to $30 million.
In this era, that's more than enough to afford nearly anything he wanted.
Wayne was thrilled all day because of this. He rented a yacht and took a few of his women out to sea to celebrate and relax.
This time, even Sera didn't insist on work and gave herself a two-day vacation.
The company's daily operations were temporarily handed over to Susan Levin, who successfully brought back the film adaptation rights for *Resident Evil* from Japan.
However, when *Susan Levin* was mentioned, Wayne, lying on the yacht's deck, with Jessica on his left arm, Mia on his right, his legs resting on Hannah's lap while enjoying a massage,
Jessica lay on Wayne's left arm, her head resting on his chest as she traced her fingers absently over his muscular bicep. Mia was on his right, her long legs stretched out next to him as she massaged his other arm with strong, sure strokes. Hannah sat between his legs, her small hands working wonders on his tired muscles as she kneaded and rubbed them with a practiced touch.
As they all enjoyed the peaceful evening, Wayne's thoughts began to drift to more intimate things. He had been attracted to each of these women for months, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them all at once. He knew they were all attracted to him, but he also knew that they were close friends and that he would have to tread carefully if he wanted to make his fantasy a reality.
Taking a deep breath, Wayne decided to take a chance. He reached out and gently stroked Jessica's hair, his fingers lingering on her soft, silky strands. She looked up at him with a curious expression, and Wayne could see the desire in her eyes. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately as his hands roamed over her curves.
Mia and Hannah watched in surprise as Wayne and Jessica kissed, but they didn't say anything. Instead, they exchanged a glance and then turned their attention back to Wayne. Mia leaned over and began to kiss his neck, her lips hot and wet against his skin as she nibbled and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Hannah, meanwhile, slipped her hand under his swim trunks and began to stroke his cock, her fingers tightening around the hard, throbbing shaft as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.
Wayne was in heaven. He had never felt so desired, so wanted, and he couldn't get enough of these three amazing women. He broke the kiss with Jessica and turned his attention to Mia, his lips finding hers in a passionate embrace as he reached out and began to caress Hannah's breasts through her bikini top.
Mia moaned softly as Wayne kissed her, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer. Hannah, meanwhile, was writhing in pleasure as Wayne's fingers teased her nipples, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Wayne knew it was time to take things to the next level. He broke the kiss with Mia and looked down at Hannah, his eyes dark with desire. "Take off your bikini," he commanded, his voice low and husky. Hannah didn't hesitate, her fingers fumbling with the ties on her top as she slipped it off and let it fall to the deck. Wayne's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bare breasts, her nipples hard and aroused.
He reached out and began to caress her, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples as he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth. Hannah moaned loudly, her hips arching up as she ground herself against his hand. Wayne could feel her wetness through the fabric of her bikini bottoms, and he knew she was ready for him.
He turned his attention to Mia, his hands working quickly to strip her out of her bikini. She was completely bare underneath, her smooth, hairless skin glistening in the fading sunlight. Wayne couldn't resist the temptation any longer - he leaned down and began to lick and suck at her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as Mia writhed and moaned in pleasure.
Jessica watched in arousal as Wayne pleasured Mia, her own desire building with every passing moment. She reached down and began to touch herself, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her bikini as she began to stroke her own wetness. Wayne looked up and saw what she was doing, and he couldn't resist the temptation. He stood up and moved over to her, his cock hard and aching as he positioned himself between her legs.
He entered her slowly, his thick, hard shaft sliding deep inside her as she moaned and gasped in pleasure. Wayne began to thrust in and out of her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he filled her completely. Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her as she matched his movements with her own.
Wayne was in heaven. He had never felt so close to anyone, so connected, and he knew that this was a moment he would never forget. He reached out and took Jessica's hand, their fingers intertwining as they moved together in perfect harmony.
Mia and Hannah watched in arousal as Wayne and Jessica made love, their own desire building with every passing moment. They reached out and began to touch each other, their fingers exploring and teasing as they brought each other to the brink of ecstasy.
As Wayne and Jessica reached their climax, the other two women joined in, their own orgasms washing over them in a wave of pleasure. They all collapsed in a heap on the deck, their bodies slick with sweat and cum as they caught their breath and basked in the afterglow of their incredible lovemaking.
Wayne knew that this was a moment he would never forget. He had never felt so alive, so connected, and he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with these three amazing women. He took their hands and looked into their eyes, his heart swelling with love and desire.
"I love you all," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Wayne suddenly thought of something.
Of course, it wasn't about Susan Levin and Robert Downey Jr.
He realized that there might not be enough funds to produce *Resident Evil*.
After completing *Happy Death Day*, he received the third installment of $36 million from the system. Coupled with the remaining $18 million from earlier, the funds for *The Bourne Identity* had now reached $54 million.
Note, this is a solid $54 million, with no fluff.
So, even with the big-name stars hired, the production budget was more than sufficient.
However, *The Bourne Identity* was expected to take three to four months to complete, while Charlize Theron's work on *Sweet November* would be done in two months at most.
Considering the month needed for pre-production, if they waited for *The Bourne Identity* to wrap before starting *Resident Evil 1*, Charlize Theron might have to wait at home for three months.
For a rising actress like her, that would be a huge waste. It's likely Charlize Theron herself wouldn't want to wait around for that long.
The best solution, therefore, would be to start the pre-production of *Resident Evil 1* earlier.
Ideally, once *The Bourne Identity* finishes production, *Resident Evil 1* would already be in full swing or even well underway.
This way, Charlize Theron would only need to wait for less than two months, which could be filled with combat and shooting training, allowing her to spend that time both leisurely and productively.
"There aren't many special effects in *Resident Evil 1*. The production company claimed the budget was $30 million, but in reality, it was probably closer to $20 million."
"So, $8 million should be enough for pre-production."
"But it's not practical to take this portion from *The Bourne Identity*'s budget, as that would take too long."
"The best way is to produce another independent film with a budget of $5–10 million during this time, which could cover the pre-production costs for *Resident Evil 1* or even fully fund it."
In simpler terms, he wanted to run two productions simultaneously.
He would shoot *The Bourne Identity* in Europe, while Sera and Susan would work on another film that could be completed within two months.
Wayne immediately thought of two projects he had shelved earlier: *Gifted* and *The Butterfly Effect*.
"With *Happy Death Day* about to hit theaters, making *The Butterfly Effect* right now might feel like I'm following my own trend."
"Moreover, if *Happy Death Day* does well at the box office, it'll surely inspire a lot of copycats. If *The Butterfly Effect* competes against a bunch of similar films, it might not stand out."
Wayne analyzed this to himself. Hollywood's tendency to chase success means production companies love to jump on trends. For example, after the blockbuster success of *The Blair Witch Project*, a flood of found-footage horror films flooded the market, even with similar marketing strategies, eventually oversaturating the genre.
With *Happy Death Day*, aside from the big-name stars, it's easy to imitate. If it becomes a hit, production companies won't miss the chance. Soon, movie theaters might be filled with scenes of people getting brutally murdered in endless time loops.
*Ding!*
At that moment, his phone, lying on a nearby table, suddenly chimed.
Wayne glanced at it and saw a message from Naomi Watts, with whom he had only had one intimate encounter. The content was just casual chit-chat, asking to meet up for drinks or coffee.
Recently, as Wayne's fame skyrocketed, Naomi Watts, who had successfully passed her audition and was busy filming *Mulholland Drive*, couldn't help but cozy up to him again.
*Mulholland Drive*, directed by the somewhat legendary David Lynch, might be a critically acclaimed arthouse or mystery film, but it likely wouldn't be a major box-office hit.
At 32 years old and having spent years struggling in Hollywood's lower ranks, Naomi Watts was looking not just for fame but for money.
After all, she didn't have much time left.
Now that Hemera Pictures had gained some fame in the industry, especially known for its generosity in paying actors, getting closer to Wayne was a smart move for Naomi Watts.
As Wayne read her message, he suddenly remembered the American remake of *The Ring*, which she starred in.
Although a remake and distributed by Lionsgate, that film managed to gross $249 million worldwide, almost breaking into the top ten highest-grossing horror films globally.
The success was incredible.
However, since the original *Ring* did well, DreamWorks and Paramount spent a lot of money buying the remake rights from Toho Studios. The total production cost was reportedly $48 million.
That didn't fit his needs.
"However, if I make *Gifted*, she or Anne could play the third lead, a schoolteacher."
"Honey, aren't you going to reply? What are you thinking about?" Mia, noticing that Wayne had been staring at his phone for a while, curiously asked.
"Hmm, no need to reply. I just thought of a new story."
"A new story? Are you making another movie?" Mia and Jessica immediately showed interest.
"Yes, it's a story about family."
Wayne didn't hide it and began telling them the story of *Gifted*, slightly altered.
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