Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm-Chapter 460 - 459: Michael and Harvey

Inside the theater's banquet hall, Martin met Michael Eisner, the once-mighty "lion" of Disney, who now looked far older and weaker than before.

This year, caught between Roy Disney and Robert Iger's attacks, he was having a rough time.

"Martin, let's talk about your voting rights again," Eisner said, pulling Martin aside to a quiet corner as soon as he saw him.

Martin shrugged and smiled. "No rush, no rush. The contract deadline hasn't arrived yet."

Eisner's gaze locked onto Martin. "Martin, on the phone, you said you'd discuss it in person. Now that we're meeting face-to-face, you say the contract isn't up yet. You're obviously stalling. Be honest—have you sided with Roy Disney and Robert Iger?"

Martin shook his head. "Michael, you need to understand—I don't get 'swayed' by anyone. I just do what benefits me the most."

"Handing over your voting rights to me is the most beneficial choice for you. Don't forget who helped you get your shares in Disney in the first place."

"Michael, I'd never forget what you did for me. But..." Martin shook his head. "You're old. Haven't you noticed? Under your leadership, Disney is declining. Maybe stepping back while you still can is the best option."

Eisner's face instantly darkened.

Straightening his slightly hunched posture, he adjusted his clothes, lifted his chin, and looked at Martin with a cold, condescending gaze. "Martin, the only person who decides when I step down is me. I understand your position now. I just hope you won't regret it."

With that, he walked away, head held high.

Martin watched him go, feeling a little nostalgic.

The Michael Eisner of old would never have relied on such posturing to assert his authority. He truly was getting old—his grip on Disney was slipping.

Not long after Eisner left, Robert Iger approached with a bright smile and waved at Martin.

"Hello, Martin, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Robert."

"What were you and Michael talking about just now?"

"Ha, just discussing when he'll retire."

"Oh? And what did he say?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is when you make your move."

Martin's deep blue eyes seemed to pierce through Iger, making him uneasy.

Forcing a smile, Iger replied, "Soon. Just a few loose ends to tie up."

Martin nodded, then issued a quiet warning. "Good. And don't pull any tricks with Pirates of the Caribbean. That's not just Michael's movie—it's my movie too."

"Of course, of course! I'm part of Disney too, after all."

Watching Martin walk away, Iger wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly pulled out his phone.

"Cancel the plan."

—

At the Pirates of the Caribbean premiere, Martin's old rival Harvey Weinstein was also in attendance.

Lately, Harvey had been feeling restless.

The company he co-founded with his brother Bob, Miramax, had been acquired by Disney back in 1993. Since then, it had functioned as a Disney subsidiary.

But starting last year, tensions between Miramax and Disney had escalated daily, reaching a breaking point after this year's Academy Awards.

Harvey had heard rumors that Robert Iger had personally confronted Michael Eisner, demanding clearer boundaries for Miramax's operations.

He didn't care whether Disney remained his corporate backer—he was confident that, with his connections, he could thrive even without Disney's support.

What he did care about was the growing sense that Disney's board wanted him out of Miramax entirely.

Miramax was his life's work. He had no intention of handing it over to anyone.

And considering that tensions had skyrocketed after Martin bought shares in Disney, Harvey was almost certain that Martin was behind all of this.

So today, he was here to test the waters—see if there was a way to reconcile with Martin.

Truth be told, he was tired of their feud.

As Martin's power and influence had continued to rise, Harvey had started to realize how foolish he had been in the past.

What he didn't know was that Martin had never taken him seriously in the first place.

Their conflict? Just a bit of entertainment for Martin.

And Miramax's problems with Disney? That was entirely Harvey's fault for being too overbearing. While Miramax was a Disney subsidiary, it had always acted independently, ignoring corporate directives—Disney's board had long been fed up with it.

—

"Hello, Martin! Long time no see."

After circling the room, Harvey finally found a moment when Martin was alone and pounced on the opportunity.

"Oh, Harvey," Martin smirked. "Didn't we just see each other at the Oscars?"

Harvey forced a laugh. "That doesn't count. I mean as friends."

"Friends?" Martin chuckled.

"Of course! I've always considered you a dear friend," Harvey said earnestly.

"Being your 'dear friend' must be pretty unfortunate."

Martin was referring to Harvey's past attempts to undermine him.

Feigning ignorance, Harvey said, "How could that be? I've always treated my friends with sincerity and kindness. Just ask anyone around me. If there were any misunderstandings in the past, I assure you I knew nothing about them."

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Martin was stunned by the sheer audacity of this man.

Back in the Divine and Demon Continent, the demon clan had a faction known as the "Stone-Skinned Fiends"—a race infamous for their shamelessness and thick skin.

Martin suddenly felt that Harvey might be even more shameless than them!

"Alright, enough with the pointless small talk. What do you want?"

Harvey grinned. "Martin, there's been some friction between Disney and me lately. Would you be willing to step in and mediate?"

"You want me to mediate?"

Martin raised an eyebrow.

He immediately understood—Harvey must have assumed that Martin had orchestrated his conflicts with Disney.

"Harvey, are you joking?" Martin's expression darkened. "Let me be clear—I have nothing to do with your disputes with Disney. And as for mediation? You'll have to find someone else. I'm not interested."

The smile on Harvey's face stiffened. His expression darkened as well.

"Martin, are you really going to disregard our past relationship entirely?"

"Relationship?" Martin sneered. "If we ever had one, you burned that bridge yourself."

Harvey stormed off, fuming.