Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

"This is impossible, how can the police be here so quickly?!"

The appearance of the police shocked Roger Bart.

He even forgot to respond to Heather's mocking remarks.

Oh, not forgot—he just didn't have time.

He could already hear the sound of the police rushing up the stairs, and the loud shouts of Gravison being subdued.

"Run!"

Roger Bart quickly darted to the window, opened it, and looked down.

This was the side of the building that didn't face the street, dark and hard to see if the police were waiting below.

Roger Bart climbed out of the window, took a deep breath, and released his grip. His body fell.

He twisted his ankle when he landed, but at this point, he couldn't care less. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain, and limped into the darkness.

"Is anyone guarding the back door?"

Martin leaned against the car door, asking the female officer who was standing nearby overseeing the arrest.

The female officer replied, "Two officers have gone there."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out from the north side of the building.

Moments later, two officers appeared, pushing Roger Bart along, his legs soaked in blood.

"Boss, all six of them have been captured."

"Good job."

"It's him, it's him! He's Roger Bart!"

Biu excitedly rushed out of the car, her small fists pounding Roger Bart, "Damn bastard, where did you take my friend?!"

Roger Bart kept his head down, not speaking.

He had been shot in the leg, and was losing blood. He was feeling light-headed.

"Biu, your friend is fine. Look, she's out now!" Martin said, pulling Biu back and pointing at the door of the building with a smile.

Biu turned her head.

"Heather!"

"Biu!"

The two girls rushed toward each other and embraced, crying in joy.

The next day.

Liv Tyler sneaked into Martin's room early in the morning, making her way to Martin's bed.

Then, three screams filled the room.

"Ah~!"

"Ah~!"

"Ah~!"

The screams were like long alarms, showing no sign of stopping.

The bedroom light was turned on.

Martin stood in the doorway, his face full of frustration. "Shut up, it's so loud!!!"

The screaming immediately stopped.

Liv Tyler then realized that Martin wasn't in bed, and that the two girls lying there were young and exquisite-looking.

"Martin, who are they?" Liv Tyler angrily pointed at the girls on the bed.

"They? They're my maids!" Martin replied.

"What the hell? You have maids? Wait, when did you hire maids?" Liv Tyler asked.

"Just last night!" Martin shrugged with a smile. "Let me introduce you, Liv Tyler, this is Heather Matalazzo on your left, and Biu Phillips on your right. Heather, Biu, this is Liv Tyler."

The three girls stared at each other.

Then Liv Tyler screamed again.

She had forgotten that she had undressed before getting into bed for convenience.

While screaming, she awkwardly crawled under the covers.

Heather and Biu, wearing pajamas, exchanged glances, unsure whether they should greet Liv Tyler, who was half-hidden beneath the blanket.

"Alright, now you all know each other. Well, since everyone's awake, how about we have breakfast together? I'll have it delivered to the room. Oh, and don't come out just yet. I don't want tomorrow's headline to be—'Martin Meyers Throws a 4P Party in Hotel Room.'"

In the strange atmosphere, the three girls and Martin had breakfast together.

Heather and Biu occasionally glanced at the famous actress, feeling puzzled.

The two girls could tell that Liv Tyler had a thing with Martin, but after seeing two other women in Martin's bed, Liv Tyler only asked once at the beginning, then didn't inquire about who they were or why they were there.

She didn't yell, cry, or make a scene. Could Hollywood women be this broad-minded?

Of course not. If it weren't for Martin having planted the "lover" seed, Liv Tyler would probably have scratched the two girls' faces and spat at Martin!

After breakfast, Martin called for Gordon.

"Gordon, take these two back to Los Angeles and have them stay at my house in Beverly Hills. Then have someone prepare two maid contracts for them to sign."

At this point, Martin turned to the two girls and confirmed, "You've decided to be my maids?"

"Yes!"

"I'm willing!"

Both girls nodded firmly.

After the events of last night, their American dreams shattered. They no longer fantasized about becoming dance stars, but instead decided to take care of themselves first.

And Martin was offering them a job, so they eagerly agreed, grateful for the opportunity.

"Gordon, take them to the airport now. Also, have Jeff handle their green cards, I remember he knows people at the immigration office."

"What will you do when I leave?" Gordon asked.

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself, and the crew is providing security. Safety's not an issue. Gordon, I'm only at ease when I leave this to you."

Gordon nodded and agreed.

Early the next day, the two girls boarded a plane with Gordon to Los Angeles.

"Wow, this is Los Angeles. It's so warm."

"Wow, that must be Hollywood, I see the famous sign."

"Heather, look! That beach is so beautiful."

"Biu, look over there, the view is amazing."

Jeff, who came to pick them up, didn't ask what their relationship with Martin was.

As one of Martin's trusted people, Jeff Raymond had long been brainwashed by Martin and was someone reliable.

After driving Gordon and the two girls to Martin's mansion in Beverly Hills, Jeff left.

As for how Gordon would leave, it wasn't a problem—there were four or five luxury cars in the mansion's garage.

"My God!"

The girls, who had been chattering all the way, were now speechless.

The vast mansion with its timeless decoration style left the two Eastern European girls in awe.

"This is a house? No, this is heaven!" Heather murmured.

When Martin said he would take them to his house, the two girls had imagined the villas of the wealthy people they had seen back home in Latvia.

Now they realized that the rich people in Latvia were nothing compared to Martin.

Wealth and wealth are not the same!

When they saw the magnificent infinity pool, the two girls were once again speechless.

"Gordon, are we really allowed to stay here?" Heather couldn't help asking, pinching herself, thinking she was still dreaming.

"Yes, you'll stay here temporarily and be responsible for cleaning the house."

"This is Martin's private estate, so don't tell anyone who the owner is."

"Martin's plan might be to train you two as professional housekeepers to manage his properties all over the world. Eventually, you'll have a whole team working for you."

"But for now, you're just maids."

"The first floor is all staff rooms, which haven't been used yet. You can choose to stay together in one room or separately."

"This booklet contains the contact numbers for the gardener, plumber, and pool cleaner. If anything breaks down, just call them for repairs."

"This is an electronic map you can use to find nearby supermarkets and shopping malls. You can use the blue car in the left garage, but don't touch the cars in the right garage."

"Here's a bank card from Martin for you. Consider it your settling-in money. You can use it temporarily."

[TL/N: Last chapter for today, please vote this novel with your Power Stone]