Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm-Chapter 469 - 470: Streetwear and a Stunned Miranda Kerr

As the film began playing in the theater, Martin watched for a while and nodded to himself.

Sofia Coppola's directing skills were undeniably solid. Her strong personal style—delicate cinematography and an acute sensitivity to emotions—was evident throughout the movie.

Although it had only taken a month to shoot, the final product exuded a sense of ease and refinement. Its attention to detail and exquisite use of color made for a visually impressive experience.

However, such an overwhelming directorial presence wasn't necessarily a good thing for actors.

Even a veteran like Bill Murray seemed to be more of a supporting element to the cinematography and storyline rather than the driving force of the narrative. For a still-budding actress like Scarlett, the challenge was even greater.

That said, Scarlett was very pleased with her own performance in the film. She even believed it was the best she had delivered in recent years.

Before its theatrical release, Lost in Translation had participated in the 60th Venice International Film Festival, where it won the Human Rights Film Network Award—a consolation prize at best.

When the film ended, Martin hugged Sofia and whispered in her ear, "It's a great film, Sofia. You did an amazing job!"

At that moment, a shiver ran down Sofia's spine as though an electric current had coursed through her body. A warmth spread through her, leaving her momentarily flustered.

Martin paused slightly, sensing a familiar scent in the air, and was taken aback.

He swore he hadn't used any magic just now.

Sofia's face turned red as she silently prayed, I hope Martin didn't notice... I hope he didn't notice...

By the time they separated, Martin's expression had already returned to normal, giving nothing away.

Sofia let out a small sigh of relief—until she became aware of the uncomfortable dampness between her legs.

Afterward, the cast and crew took the stage to thank the audience and answer questions.

In the crowd, Nicolas Cage couldn't shake the feeling that his cousin was walking a little oddly. Why is she walking with her legs clamped together? Trying to act ladylike all of a sudden?

...

September 6.

Step Up finished its theatrical run, grossing $223 million domestically and $382 million worldwide.

October 20.

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl concluded its box office run with $398 million in North America and a staggering $743 million globally.

November 3.

Bruce Almighty wrapped up its release with a domestic total of $298 million and a worldwide gross of $562 million—another massive hit.

Three films—one a teen dance movie, one a fantasy adventure, and one a comedy—each belonging to different genres, yet all achieving massive success.

After analyzing every possible factor, the media concluded that the common denominator behind all three films' triumphs was Martin himself.

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And so, the media once again began singing his praises.

But it didn't stop there.

In mid-November, another film tied to Martin hit theaters—Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

The young cast temporarily paused production on the third installment to embark on a global promotional tour.

Meanwhile, director Chris Columbus approached Martin with an unexpected proposal.

"Martin, we've begun auditions for Cho Chang. Quite a few young Chinese actresses have come in for the role. Since I hear you're familiar with China, would you like to sit in on the auditions?"

Martin was about to decline when a thought crossed his mind. "Who's on the audition list?"

"I sent it to your email," Columbus replied.

"Alright, I'll take a look when I have time and decide then."

...

While Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets was making waves with its promotional campaign, Martin returned to his home on 222 Trumbull Street.

Inside, his parents were chatting with his Uncle Frank.

His aunt, Chris Kerr, and Miranda Kerr were also present.

As soon as she saw Martin, Miranda's face lit up, and she greeted him enthusiastically.

Chris Kerr sighed at the sight.

She had always been against her younger sister dating Martin—not because of their familial connection (Westerners didn't care about that), but because she had heard plenty from Frank about Martin's extensive romantic history.

However, Miranda was absolutely determined. She insisted that she didn't care how many women Martin had.

What could Chris do? If her sister was happy, that was all that mattered.

"Martin, Victoria's Secret invited me to join their Angel training program. Should I accept?"

Martin thought for a moment before replying, "Miranda, I don't think you need to model for someone else's brand. Why not create your own clothing line, like the Olsen twins did?"

He knew Miranda had done well at Victoria's Secret, and he didn't personally mind if she strutted down the runway in lingerie.

But for the sake of certain readers' feelings, he figured he might as well nudge her onto a different career path.

Miranda was stunned. "Me... start my own brand?"

At just twenty years old, she had never even considered such a possibility.

"I don't think I'm famous enough to support a brand," she hesitated.

Martin chuckled. "That's what I'm here for. Plus, you've got a great group of friends—Nicole, Jessica, Britney, Scarlett... They'd all help promote it."

"Would you invest?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Of course!"

"Then I will."

Miranda beamed with excitement.

Martin stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Actually, we could also form our own modeling team, like Victoria's Secret. Adriana Lima's contract with them is expiring soon—we could poach her. As for the rest... Hmm, Leo can help. He knows plenty of models. We don't need superstars, just women with great figures and stunning looks."

Within moments, he had mapped out an entire business strategy.

Uncle Frank, who had apparently been eavesdropping for quite some time, suddenly chimed in. "Starting a clothing brand is a great idea. The modeling industry is a mess—it's better to get out sooner rather than later."

Miranda jumped in surprise, then shot him an annoyed look.

Martin joked, "Uncle Frank, why don't you invest, too? Three shareholders are more stable than two."

Frank actually gave it serious thought. "That might not be a bad idea... Alright, I'll put some money in."

Martin shrugged. "No problem. And in the future, whenever your wealthy friends need to buy gifts for their girlfriends, they can come straight to Miranda."

"Hah! That alone could make a fortune," Frank laughed, then asked, "How are we splitting the shares?"

"Miranda gets 50%. I'll put in a million for 30%. You invest two million for 20%."

"Wait a minute. Miranda gets the biggest share? Fine, I can live with that. But why do you get more than me when I'm putting in more money?"

"I've got name recognition. Do you?"

"Uh... Fair enough."

And just like that, the shares were settled. They even picked out locations for the first stores—one of Martin's properties in Manhattan and one of Frank's stores on Fairfax Avenue in Los Angeles.

Since the stores weren't included in the equity distribution, rent would still need to be paid.

Meanwhile, Miranda was still in a daze.

Wait... Did I just become a business owner?