Chapter 879: One Hell of a Scandal
"Hey, brother, long time no see!" Will Smith greeted Martin warmly as he approached, then introduced a woman beside him. "Martin, this is Hannah Kamen, a dazzling black pearl from the UK, a promising young actress, touted as Halle Berry's successor. Hannah, this is Martin—no introduction needed, right?"
Hannah's eyes sparkled as she extended her hand. "Of course not. In Hollywood—no, all of North America—who doesn't know Martin Meyers?"
Her flattery was a bit green, clearly not yet seasoned in the industry's slick ways. At 21, Hannah had refined features and light skin, a classic Black-White mix with a bias toward lighter tones. A recent debutante, her only notable work was voicing Lords Blade Ciaran in Dark Souls. A graduate of London's Central School of Speech and Drama, her crisp Oxford accent impressed even Jennifer Lawrence, who noted its prestige in the U.S.
They chatted briefly before Will said, "Bro, Hannah's mentor is a friend of mine, and she's like family. If you've got any opportunities…"
Martin nodded with a smile. "Got it." After sizing Hannah up, he added, "My company's investing in Misfits Season 3, starting soon. There's a role perfect for Hannah. Wanna give it a shot?"
"Yes! Absolutely, I'd love to!" Hannah nearly jumped with excitement. For struggling Hollywood actors, an opportunity like this—especially one tying her to Martin—was a no-brainer.
Martin grinned. "I'll make a call and send the audition details to Will for you."
"Nah, bro, no need for that hassle," Will interjected. "Just swap numbers with Hannah." Clearly, he wanted to fast-track her connection to Martin.
Martin glanced at her again. Yeah, she's stunning.
"Alright, do I have the honor?" Martin asked, smiling.
"The honor's mine," Hannah replied, practically swooning.
In the screening room, Jennifer Lawrence whispered mischievously, "Well, well, Mr. Big Bad Wolf's found another Little Red Riding Hood."
Martin's hand slipped, brushing her dress's slit. "Little Red's being naughty. The Big Bad Wolf needs to teach her a lesson."
Jennifer's eyes gleamed.
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Men in Black 3 was a solid popcorn flick, true to Will Smith's style. Martin recalled it grossed over $600 million globally in the original timeline. At this point, Will was a box-office guarantee.
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By June, The Avengers still dominated the box office, with Men in Black 3 claiming most of the scraps. Other films languished, barely surviving.
One morning, Martin grabbed a newspaper from the breakfast table, flipping to the entertainment section. "Holy hell, is this for real? If it's for movie hype, Will's gone too far."
The article was a bombshell about Will Smith. According to his former assistant and friend, Brother Bilal, Will had an affair with Black actor Don Martin. Bilal claimed he accidentally walked into a dressing room and caught them in a compromising position, with Will on his knees on a couch and Don behind him, "very intense." Bilal said he was fired shortly after.
The news sent North America into a frenzy. Will's influence was massive—a long-time member of the $20 million club. Online and mainstream media buzzed with speculation and "insider" leaks.
Martin called Will, who denied the story, insisting it wasn't a publicity stunt. His former assistant, bitter over being fired, had spread the rumor. Will and his wife, Jada Smith, issued a public statement, calling it slander. Jada clarified that Bilal had previously tried to blackmail them and was now fabricating stories to smear Will. Their spokesperson announced legal action against the rumormonger.
Most of the public bought their denial, but some noticed that after the scandal, Will and Don Martin, once close friends, cut ties, and Don divorced his wife. It fueled endless speculation.
The controversy, though messy for Will, boosted Men in Black 3's box office. Still, it couldn't dethrone The Avengers.
By July, after over two months in theaters, The Avengers neared $500 million. Media predicted it would join Avatar and Titanic as one of North America's top three films to break $600 million.
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In Italy, Vanessa Hessler returned home dejected after another failed audition. Glancing in her rearview mirror, her heart sank—she'd seen that white Fiat before, multiple times.
Already shaken by her boyfriend Mutassim's death, her nerves were frayed. She floored the gas, speeding home. At her gate, she didn't exit or turn off the engine, staring at the Fiat through her mirror until it sped past and vanished around a corner.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she muttered, "Am I being paranoid, or is someone really following me?"