America 1982-Chapter 320 - 20 In Rome_4

To maintain her glamorous Hollywood persona and ensure she wasn’t without luxury attire at various banquets, she had to take on part-time jobs to earn extra income. Last year, the media even exposed that she was providing paid services to the married Hollywood actor John Markovic.

However, since both families were from the industry, and Michelle’s husband was an obscure male actor, faring even worse than her, and John Markovic’s wife an unknown female actress, both parties jointly declared to the public, with dignity, that the media reports were entirely false and that Michelle and John were only discussing a script. Both partners chose to trust their spouses.

Of course, the story after they publicly declared trust in each other was that John Markovic’s wife filed for divorce, taking a portion of John’s assets, while Michelle Pfeiffer’s husband moved out of their residence right away, initiating a separation.

But this didn’t affect Michelle Pfeiffer from being here, continuing her part-time work to make money. To her, an actress from a humble background, it didn’t matter whether stripping naked in movies was considered artistic or doing so in a client’s room; she didn’t care. What mattered to her was that both activities earned her money.

And so, the bachelor party began with lively tunes, people started dancing, then drinking, dancing again, and drinking more, channeling their vigorous energy...

"Snap~" Tommy sat in front of the second-floor railing, smiling as he watched Page take out a high-voltage stun baton in the hall and press the switch on a young man who had been warned by Page once before, but had completely disobeyed. The man, who had taken off his shirt to reveal muscles and was persuading two beauties, convulsed a few times, collapsed to the floor, and was dragged out of the hall by Page, passing through the crowd of men and women who were completely oblivious to this scene.

"Mr. Page must truly love Martin, as he bought a large stun baton but never had the heart to use it on Martin," Tommy commented with a laugh, taking a sip of his drink after witnessing the scene.

Tommy didn’t care what these bastards did on his property, in their rooms, but it was not okay to mess around with drugs like cocaine and marijuana in the public eye. Looking at Dennis’s foolish wet patch at the crotch area, one could understand what happened when you didn’t listen to Mr. Page at a venue.

Generally speaking, the more the United States Federal Government prohibits something, the more Americans want to try it and dub it a fashion trend, as is the case with cocaine and marijuana.

Tommy wasn’t planning to turn everyone into Puritans; it was just that getting high in the hall versus hiding in their own places was a different matter. For example, if Dennis secretly smoked a joint in his room, no problem. Even if someone noticed and called the police, they would investigate only Dennis and the people in the room.

But if people got high in the hall and the police showed up, they would require everyone present to cooperate nicely, and the party would end prematurely.

The protagonist David was already very drunk, now only in his underwear, standing in front of a statue of himself. He held an ice pick used by bartenders to carve ice balls, furiously scraping away at the statue’s lower parts, trying to completely remove that thing.

The guys from the CS gang were no better. Dennis was now lying on a couch, trying to open his pants to check if Mr. Page had permanently damaged his private parts with the electric shock.

Kevin and Frank were surrounded by a crowd of men and women, betting on which of the two could drink a whole bottle of whiskey in one go without stumbling while crossing the whole hall to kiss their date at the finish line.

Pam plugged in the electrical cord and turned on the switch, and two light bulbs suddenly lit up on the poor black saxophonist’s chest in the band, earning him shrieks from his date.

Now, when playing the saxophone, the saxophonist could no longer passionately close his eyes. He nervously watched the two glowing bulbs on his chest, worried that any mishap would lead to him getting electrocuted and peeing his pants like Dennis.

Chris, however, was the god in all the men’s eyes, and thanks to his influence on poker, at least a dozen naive and fearless girls had lost their clothes, to the delight of everyone watching.

Stephen, accompanied by a pair of twins, was blindfolded and playing a game where he guessed whether the person he was touching was the older sister or the younger sister.

Therefore, it was up to Tommy to be the guardian of this party, ensuring everyone had a good time without causing trouble.

"I’m ready to leave if you’re a man of your word," Diane Lynn said as she came down the stairs and sat next to Tommy, wiping the streaming sweat from her forehead and neck, and asked.

She had just finished a long dance, even reveled in being hit on and bought drinks by everyone, and had even been hoisted up and carried around the venue in a ceremonious lap of honor. She had no idea how many indiscreet invitations from men she had turned down before she realized that her date for the evening seemed to have disappeared. She had looked around for a while before finally spotting him on the second floor.

It was as if those gods painted on the domes above looked down with a smile, watching over the revelry and debauchery of the crowd below.

Tommy glanced at her, then turned his gaze back to the venue, his voice calm, "Of course, the hotel provides a chauffeur service."

"What are you doing?" After receiving a definitive answer, Diane Lynn made no delay and headed for the staircase. When she reached the stairwell and looked back at Tommy, who was still focused on watching the hall, she couldn’t help but ask.

"Three million." Tommy said a number out loud.

"What?" Diane Lynn frowned slightly, puzzled.

Tommy looked at her and said with a smile, "I was just calculating. If I were to sell the photos of the women here tonight as a package, ’Penthouse’ could probably fetch around three million for them. That way, my losses would be substantially reduced."

"..." Diane felt as if the young man’s words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering her up. She walked back and glared at Tommy, "If you did that, you’d ruin everyone here tonight, including your own reputation."

"They ruin themselves, not me. Besides, I was just making a casual estimate, I’m not actually going to do it. Rest assured, Miss, I keep my word, even though..." Tommy said evenly to her.

Before Tommy could finish, he saw Mr. Page quickly approaching, handing him his phone, "Sir, it’s a call from Miss Sophia O’Connor, she says it’s important."

"Sophia, it’s Tommy." Tommy took the phone and asked.

Sophia sounded a bit nervous on the other end, "Tommy, Mark just called me, his agency is having trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Tommy asked, his brows slightly furrowed.

On the phone, Sophia continued, "Someone sent a threatening letter to his company, warning him to be careful."

"What’s he done?" Tommy was taken aback by Sophia’s words.

In his mind, Mark was a careful and prudent man, seldom offending anyone.

Sophia explained, "His agency hired a special producer for Vanessa, picked out a few songs from various music copyright companies’ catalogues to purchase, and was planning to enter the production phase. But someone contacted him wanting to buy the two songs they had already acquired. Mark did not agree. He reported it to the police, who said the sender’s address was fake and that there was no substantial action on their part. The police will investigate but it probably won’t be of much help."

Tommy looked at Page beside him, thought for a moment, and then told Sophia on the phone, "Understood, book me a flight for tonight, and have my bodyguard, Mr. Martin Hart, come to pick me up at the airport."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Page, "Pack up; we’re going home. It’s a shame the holiday has to end after just eight days."

He then turned to Diane Lynn, "Miss, would there be an extra charge if we happen to meet on the same flight?"