America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 771 - 764 Private Detective

"It was just a very ordinary shooting session; I never expected it to turn into this,"

facing the Chief he had become acquainted with during a stint at the Boston Police Department, Martin completed the routine paperwork and said, "I’m sorry to trouble you with this."

Chief Jack smiled and replied, "No problem at all, we will investigate this thoroughly from start to finish."

Martin shook hands with him, "Thank you."

Chief Jack had someone collect the related evidence, videos, and photos, and arranged for his subordinates to take statements from the other crew members.

Before long, Brandon was taken away by the Boston Police Department from the hospital.

It was hard to say regarding other matters, but the amount in his bag was enough to meet the criteria for possession of narcotics.

Martin got into the car Bruce had driven over.

The two returned to the hotel together.

In the car, Martin asked, "Did Brandon seem like he was acting?"

Bruce, who had mingled in Hollywood with Martin for years and had seen too many actors with either good or poor acting skills, thought about it carefully and said, "He didn’t seem to be, but you can’t trust what these junkies say or do! Often their minds are completely in another world."

According to Martin’s entrenched beliefs, those who habitually used such stuff had no bottom line; they could sell their own relatives for those substances, let alone a producer from the crew.

He said, "After all that has happened previously, we should investigate further, just to be at ease."

Bruce understood what Martin meant, refrained from saying more, and planned to contact a reputable private investigator later on.

For such matters, they would not rely entirely on the Boston Police Department.

This wasn’t Los Angeles; if there were no issues found with Brandon, the Boston Police Department could only press charges related to narcotics possession.

Martin shook his head, "We’ve dealt with too many people; it’s hardly surprising that someone would target us."

Bruce said, "In the future, we can’t limit our scrutiny to just props like knives and guns."

Martin nodded, "I’ll leave that to you."

Bruce responded affirmatively, drove to the hotel, and after Martin got out and entered, he parked the car and pulled out his phone to make a series of calls.

Martin returned to his hotel room to find Alexandra and her sister Catherine had come back from shopping.

The former asked, "I heard there was some trouble on set?"

"A minor issue, someone mixed up the props..." Martin half truthfully told them about the real and fake vitamin incident.

Catherine said, "Thank goodness you recognized it."

Martin took off his coat and sat on the sofa, "There’s just too much nonsense in Hollywood."

As Catherine took his coat to hang it up, Alexandra had already settled onto the sofa and pulled Martin into her embrace.

She positioned Martin’s head on the softest and most comfortable spot, rocking back and forth as if giving a massage, "You’re a bit tense, let me help you relax."

Martin felt like he was resting on cotton.

Seeing an advantage far beyond her own, Catherine cursed inwardly and dove in directly.

Compared to Alexandra’s subtle face-washing, Catherine went straightforwardly for a hair wash.

Any trace of tension Martin had vanished in an instant, and he completely relaxed.

Alexandra and Catherine seemed to have begun a competition, not only exerting a lot of effort but also employing many special techniques.

By ten in the evening, the three left the room together to grab a late-night snack.

As Catherine licked the cheese from the corner of her mouth, she asked Martin, "Do you feel better now?"

Martin poured wine for her and Alexandra, saying, "How could I not be in a good mood with you two around?"

Alexandra’s ice-blue eyes sparkled as she deliberately teased, "With the two of us sisters with you, if you’re still in a bad mood, that would mean we’re both ugly and stupid and lack charm."

Martin was a smart man; Alexandra was currently the leading actress in the film and didn’t need his immediate attention, but focusing on Catherine was crucial.

He asked Catherine, "Are you good at singing and dancing? Decent singing is okay, but dance is the main thing."

Catherine wasn’t slow on the uptake either, quickly replying, "I’m a pretty good singer, though I can’t compare to professional vocalists, and I’m definitely good at dancing. I grew up in a well-off family and started learning as a child; I’ve been a cheerleader since middle school."

Martin glanced at Alexandra, who subtly nodded.

Catherine saw it too, realizing that her sister held more weight in Martin’s eyes.

Martin had evaluated Catherine’s performance the night before and confirmed her acting skills were fine, "I have a musical film project in the works, and we’re in the process of preparing, once you’re back in Los Angeles, head straight to my studio and look for Jessica."

Saying this, he took a napkin, wrote down Jessica’s phone number, and handed it to Catherine, "The role is of a supporting actress close to the female lead; you’ll have to audition, and only if you meet the criteria will you get the part."

Catherine eagerly took it and said, "I’ll head to Los Angeles tomorrow."

Alexandra, knowing her sister couldn’t wait, quickly filled her stomach and pulled Martin back to their room.

That night, Martin truly understood why Old Cloth would be such a complete scoundrel.

The psychological and mental stimuli, really are not the same.

The next morning, Catherine Daddario, with her ticket booked, left Boston and took a direct flight to Los Angeles.

After a brief self-investigation, the film crew resumed their normal filming work.

Beyond checking props, Bruce also had to ensure that Martin’s food and drink on set were problem-free, which kept him extremely busy.

Martin was somewhat affected, and his performance suddenly deteriorated, with the number of NGs (no-good takes) surging.

Performance is so peculiar sometimes; when things go smoothly, everything you do seems right, even if it’s not what the script calls for, it can still get the director’s approval as a better impromptu act.

When things don’t go well, the entire crew suffers together.

Luckily, besides being the male lead, Martin was also the film’s producer, and everyone else, including the director Villeneuve, had to accommodate him.

Villeneuve even adjusted the filming schedule, moving some of the action scenes forward to be shot earlier.

Compared to dramatic scenes, Martin was much more adept in performing action scenes.

The film set’s elaborately decorated florist shop set the stage for an intense action scene.

Martin, going in solo, engaged in a fierce gunfight with the mastermind from Charlestown and his bodyguards.

Gunfire erupted on set, petals danced in the air, and blood was sprayed.

Martin nailed these scenes in one take, with almost no mistakes.

After the florist shop scenes were completed, with adjustments from the director and Martin himself, Martin regained his form, and the production got back on track.

The leading actress, Alexandra Daddario, finished her scenes first and was ready to leave the crew.

Martin took the black cloth blindfold used to kidnap the heroine during performance as a souvenir and gave it to Alexandra.

Alexandra, not minding the presence of other people from the crew, approached Martin and gave him a passionate kiss, saying bluntly, "We can use this tonight."

And indeed, they used it that night.

But it was no more than an addition of some fun.

Although Martin sometimes played slightly more daring games, it was nothing more than urging Catherine or Alexandra to push hard and collide hard—basically on par with the usual standards of art films in Sacred Valley.

The following morning, with no scenes for Martin, he personally took Alexandra to the airport.

In the East Coast of America, especially in New York, Alexandra was undeniably Martin’s favorite lover.

Anyone who had studied her impressive performances in "True Detective," "Shadow of Death," and "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" would certainly understand.

Returning from the airport to the hotel, Martin waited a while in the lobby, and Bruce, who went to inquire information from the Boston Police Department, quickly returned.

With a bottle of water in hand, Bruce sat across from Martin, saying, "The Boston Police Department hasn’t found anything useful."

Martin wasn’t surprised, "If Brandon did it on purpose, it certainly wouldn’t be easy to find out."

Bruce unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, and elaborated, "According to the investigation by the Boston Police Department, Brandon doesn’t seem to have any issues. Those things were all bought from local dealers after he arrived in Boston, a channel that often deals with Hollywood insiders."

He went on to say, "Boston is one of the popular cities for Hollywood crews to shoot in; there are too many people in the circle using that stuff. It’s especially inconvenient to carry on hand or on flights, so naturally, a channel dedicated to serving Hollywood emerged here. We wouldn’t know about it if we didn’t make contact, but for those regular bastards, it’s no secret. Also, the police checked all of Brandon’s accounts, and there was no abnormal financial activity."

Martin nodded slightly, "Have they checked with the dealer?"

"They have. The person who dealt directly with Brandon is now under control by the Boston Police Department," Bruce replied. "From the interrogation and investigation, it appears to be just an ordinary transaction."

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The more it seemed so, the more Martin doubted, "Is it really just a work mishap?"

Suspicion can be contagious, and Bruce was no less doubtful than Martin, "It seems like a normal work error at the moment, but it’s too normal..."

Martin thought for a while, then asked, "What does Boston intend to do about it?"

"Following normal procedures, Brandon has posted bail and has been released," Bruce filled him in, having privately communicated with the Chief, "They usually don’t take it to court but impose hefty fines instead. Massachusetts’s prisons are equally crowded. However, Chief Jack said that our opinion counts as well."

If Martin insisted on pursuing the matter, naturally, Boston wouldn’t side with a prop master.

Martin asked Bruce, "What if he ends up in a Massachusetts prison?"

Bruce stated, "This isn’t California, nor is it Atlantla."

Martin understood, "A public apology, the maximum fine." He had his reasons for this approach, "I remember he lives in California?"

Bruce had already done his homework, "Los Angeles."

Martin said decisively, "Hire some reliable private investigators to follow him long-term and dig out the people behind him."

"I’ll get on it right away," Bruce responded.

Martin too hoped it was just Brandon’s individual act, but past experience made him feel that things weren’t so simple.

Once hooked on that stuff, the consequences were too frightening.

To say it could destroy a person was no exaggeration.

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