Night had fallen over the City of Angels, its lights ablaze. Though lacking the towering skyscrapers of New York, the lights of Beverly Hills still proclaimed the city's prosperity. This was the home of the world's largest film industry, a place that churned out dazzling stars every year—this was Hollywood.Every year, countless beautiful men and women flocked here, seeking their chance at fame. American and international, they yearned to become overnight sensations, to transform into the adored, aloof, noble, or eccentric celebrities they admired.To achieve fame, to gain a foothold, or even thrive, in this dazzling world of Hollywood, they were willing to pay any price. What about artistic integrity, the love of cinema? Of course, that's what they all said, wasn't it?9406 Crest Drive.Inside the villa, Milo emerged from his bedroom and walked through a glass corridor illuminated by recessed floor lighting. A large swimming pool, bathed in a kaleidoscope of colored spotlights, came into view, the air filled with the din of conversation and laughter.A portly man, dressed only in colorful swim trunks like Milo, stood ahead."Hey, let's go! Let's have some fun!" Milo called out to Wendy with a grin.Just before they rounded a corner, Wendy stopped, a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in and whispered, "I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"Milo halted, his cheerful stride interrupted. He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of news? Tell me the bad news first.""I thought you'd want to hear the good news first," Wendy said with a chuckle."Just tell me already. I'm itching to go out there and show off my 'Big Wood'!" Milo said, barely containing his excitement.Seeing Milo's eagerness, Wendy relented. "The bad news is, your pool party might be interrupted.""By whom?" Milo frowned.He'd been looking forward to this pool party all afternoon. While his predecessor had a plethora of memories of such events, experiences that always stirred a certain "wood," Milo himself hadn't actually lived through them. They were just memories. Finally having the opportunity to experience one firsthand filled him with anticipation."Michael Eisner is coming. His secretary called and said he wanted to visit you," Wendy said, his eyebrows raised with a hint of excitement. "I told him you were busy with a party, but he insisted on coming.""Michael Eisner?" Milo repeated. "The chairman of Disney?""The very same. The 'Mouse House tyrant.'""I don't think I know him very well. We've only met once, haven't we?" Milo asked, puzzled. "What does this Hollywood heavyweight want with me?""That's where the good news comes in," Wendy said, his expression brightening."Oh?""News just arrived from Plymouth, relayed from Washington.""And?"Wendy continued, "The esteemed Joseph Blackbourne has been appointed chairman of the House Subcommittee on Telecommunications today."Milo and Wendy were standing near a mirror. Milo used it to straighten his slightly disheveled hair. "My old man got a promotion?""You could say that."Wendy glanced at Milo's toned physique, the defined muscles rippling beneath his skin, especially his impressive eight-pack abs. Even Wendy, who wasn't gay, felt a fleeting urge to reach out and touch them."Such an enviable body," Wendy muttered, his voice laced with a hint of envy. "And I've never even seen you work out…""Heh…" Milo replied. "Let's get back to the point. Michael Eisner's sudden visit must be related to my father's new position?""Precisely."Wendy gestured that they should proceed, as they'd covered the important points. "Everyone in Hollywood knows that Disney wants to become a behemoth."As they walked towards the pool area, Wendy explained, "Since last year, Michael Eisner has been in talks with ABC.""But in the past, no Hollywood giant has been allowed to own a major national television network simultaneously. There are some legislative hurdles for Disney.""The Subcommittee on Telecommunications, established last year, is the final legislative hurdle Michael Eisner has to overcome.""I understand," Milo said, a smile spreading across his face. He turned to Wendy. "Fuck you! There's no bad news. It's all good news.""Haha!" Wendy laughed heartily, eyeing Milo's muscular form. "Those little bitches tonight are going to go wild. I can't imagine how many will be fawning over you. Go out there and knock them dead with your Big Wood!"They reached the pool area, where David and York stood in a corner, engaged in quiet conversation."We just need to make sure the boss is within our sight at all times, except when he's with the women," David, the more experienced bodyguard, instructed York."Understood," York nodded, but inwardly he was comparing the two brothers. Paladin had lived like an ascetic. His younger brother, having barely returned from his funeral, seemed to be throwing himself into hedonism like a modern-day Nero.Milo, oblivious to his late brother's bodyguard's inner monologue, felt like a king holding court.Before him lay the pool, shimmering under the fantastical lighting, the water rippling with multicolored reflections. Everywhere he looked, he saw barely-there bikinis and revealing one-piece swimsuits. The bodies, normally pale, glowed with vibrant hues under the lights.Smooth, languid jazz music created an atmosphere of luxurious decadence. The party hadn't truly begun, the energy hadn't reached its peak, but the arrival of the host immediately drew attention.A stunning waitress in a bikini with a bow tie around her neck, her high heels clicking on the poolside tiles, approached with a tray of champagne.Milo took a glass, taking a small sip to moisten his lips."Wine pool and meat forest, a true king of debauchery!" he muttered to himself.Next to the pool, a long table was laden with pastries, fruit, and drinks—a typical Western buffet."Wendy, you always take such good care of me," Milo said, returning his champagne glass and giving the bunny girl a playful pat, earning a playful glare in return.Milo turned to Wendy. "I have to say, the quality of tonight's party seems… higher than usual."Of course, it's higher, Wendy thought. You have more money now.Milo understood this as well. His authority and standing within the family were far greater than before. He recalled having only two million dollars for expenses each year.Two million dollars was an astronomical sum for 99.99999% of the world's population, but for a playboy like him, it was never enough. Thankfully, Paladin often gave him money, and his mother would occasionally slip him some as well. Combined with the house, cars, and yacht provided by the family, he had enough to get by, even to invest in movies and date actresses.But he was never truly extravagant. The old Milo could only afford to date lesser-known actresses. The A-listers, the women who made their own fortunes, wouldn't give him the time of day.But now, before his trip to Los Angeles, Wendy had informed him that his allowance was now five million dollars per year. Furthermore, he had a twenty-million-dollar line of credit at First National Bank of Boston. This money was the result of his conversation with his grandfather.And the reason for all of this? He was now the only male heir of the younger generation of the Blackbourne family.As his manager, Wendy had the means to make things happen. And naturally, the quality of the parties had improved.