But halfway there, he paused, sensing something was off. Why were there two shadows on the ground?
Just as he was about to turn around and shout, something struck him on the back of the head. His vision went dark, and he collapsed, unconscious.
The person behind him stepped into view. If it wasn't Martin, who had taken leave and returned to Los Angeles, who else could it be?
"Old bastard, you had this coming," Martin muttered, glancing at the unconscious Harvey on the ground. He sighed and turned to Nicole.
"Nicole, you still don't get it. In this industry, when it comes to interests, you can't trust anyone—no matter how good of a friend or countryman they are."
He smiled wickedly. "But luckily, you've got me."
Turning to Harvey, Martin whispered, "You're going to have a very interesting night, Harvey. I promise you that."
Then, Martin approached Nicole, lifting her gently. "Let's get you out of here."
He opened the window, revealing the steep cliff below. Without hesitation, Martin jumped, holding Nicole tightly in his arms.
This cliff was the same route he had taken when he arrived—there were no cameras, no security. No one would expect anyone to come up here. After all, this was just a restaurant.
Ten minutes later, Martin returned to the room.
"Heh, the show is about to begin."
"Harvey, I hope you don't have too much fun tonight."
David Wenham was fidgeting on the sofa.
He stood up, sat down, stood up again, walked around the room... He didn't even touch the exquisite food on the table.
"Why is it taking so long? What on earth is Harvey doing?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
A mocking voice came from behind David. His body tensed in shock, and he jumped up. Just like Harvey before him, Martin poked him in the back of the head with a finger, knocking him unconscious.
Martin carried David Wenham's limp body over to Harvey, who was also unconscious, and positioned them next to each other. He looked at them both, then whispered, "The show is about to begin."
With a snap of his fingers, two beams of magic entered the bodies of Harvey and David. They both groaned simultaneously and slowly opened their eyes.
At first glance, it seemed like they had woken up from a deep sleep. But if you looked closely, you'd see their pupils were dilated, and their focus was unfocused—almost like they were sleepwalking.
Martin smiled to himself, watching the two men struggle with each other, tearing at each other's clothes. He casually picked up his phone and began dialing various media outlets.
"Hey, is this the Los Angeles Daily News? I've got big news. Come to [restaurant name] on [street name] right now, second floor. It's up to you whether you come or not."
"Hey, is this News of the World? I have a tip for you..."
"Hey, is this Yahoo News? I've got something you'll want to hear..."
After making the calls, Martin took out the temporary calling card from his phone, crushed it into powder, and threw it out the window. He then slipped out of the window himself and vanished into the night.
Harvey stirred, feeling like he'd just woken from a strange, erotic dream. In his dream, he had been with Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Naomi Watts... Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan...
But as the dream went on, it got stranger. He found himself with Tom Cruise, Russell Crowe, Bruce Willis, and David Wenham... And through it all, reporters were everywhere, laughing and taking pictures.
"Mr. Weinstein, Mr. Weinstein, are you and David Wenham a couple?"
"Mr. Weinstein, when did you and David Wenham start?"
"Mr. Weinstein, when are you coming out?"
The reporters' questions were relentless. Why couldn't they just let him enjoy his dream? Their buzzing voices were like flies in his ears...
"Mr. Weinstein..."
"Mr. Weinstein..."
Wait. Why did those voices sound so real?
Harvey snapped awake, blinking against the flashing lights that nearly blinded him.
Paparazzi? Why are there paparazzi here?
Wait. What am I holding? Nicole Kidman?!
Harvey's mind raced. If the reporters expose his obsession, it would be over. Cruise would definitely kill him. This could ruin everything—he could end up in jail.
He looked down instinctively—and then screamed.
"Ga—! What the hell?!"
What the hell is this? Why is David Wenham in my arms? Where is Nicole?
The scream was followed by a second, louder scream—but it wasn't Harvey's.
Yes—David Wenham was awake, too!
"Damn it, Harvey! What the hell did you do? My clothes! My ass! Harvey, you bastard! You've been after me, not Nicole!"
At David's outburst, the reporters surged forward.
"David Wenham, was this voluntary or forced?"
"David Wenham, you mentioned Nicole—what's going on?"
"Did Harvey drug you?"
"At first, you seemed cooperative. What changed?"
David Wenham, now fully awake, scanned the room, confused. How did the reporters find him here? And where was Nicole?
Meanwhile, Nicole was waking up in her villa.
Her head ached, and her body felt unnaturally hot.
What's happening?
Where am I? This is my house...
No, I was having dinner with David Wenham.
Wait... I passed out.
Damn it, I was drugged.
Having spent years in Hollywood, Nicole's instincts immediately kicked in. She checked her body, but nothing seemed strange...
No, who changed my underwear?
Also, no one knows about this villa—not even the Australian gang. Who brought me back here?
A series of questions filled her mind, adding to her growing fear as her body temperature climbed.
Damn it, I was drugged—and it wasn't just any drug. This was an aphrodisiac!
David Wenham. That bastard.
Nicole pushed herself up in bed, desperate to figure out who brought her back. She had a vague idea, but couldn't believe it.
Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and a figure wrapped in a bath towel stepped out.
"Martin? Is that really you?"
"How are you here?"
"Aren't you still in New Zealand?"
Martin chuckled. "I took leave and came back. Lucky for you, or you'd have ended up in trouble with a toad!"
Nicole blushed, remembering Martin's warning that she hadn't listened to.
"Sorry!"
Then she suddenly thought of something and asked urgently, "Did you change my underwear?"
"Yeah," Martin replied. "You were drugged, and I had to handle things while bringing you back. Your clothes were a mess, so I changed them."
Nicole's face flushed.
Thinking back to what had happened, she asked fearfully, "Martin, how did you find me? Was it really David Wenham who drugged me?"
Martin grinned. "You trust your fellow Australians too much. In Hollywood, even parents betray their children. Blood relations don't mean much here."
He added, "I followed Harvey and stopped that old bastard just in time."
"It was Harvey!" Nicole gritted her teeth.
But Martin laughed, clearly satisfied. "Don't worry. I've already avenged you."
Nicole blinked, stunned. "How did you do it?"
She was worried Martin had gone too far and caused real damage—something that could backfire on him. If that happened, she'd feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Martin just smiled mysteriously and turned on the TV.
"Watch for yourself."
[•———•——•———•]
𝙥𝗮𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣(.)𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
✨ • 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟲𝟬+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.