"Luca, who are you calling 'sister'?"
In the training room, Luca had just put his phone away when he heard Kate's voice.
Kate had just gotten off work. She walked over holding a glass of red wine, her lips slightly curled with a charming yet dangerous smile.
Luca cursed his luck. He had just been joking with Aniston and had been forced to call her "Sister Jenny" a few times. Unfortunately, his real sister, Kate, had overheard it.
"Nobody... Okay, it was Aniston," Luca said with a forced laugh as he shrugged.
"Aniston? Does that mean you two really have something going on?" Kate asked as she entered the room.
"No, no! Aniston said she envied you for having such a handsome and charming brother. She made me call her Sister Jenny. I couldn't refuse," Luca quickly explained.
Kate laughed, twisting his ear. "But I think you were flirting with her, and she didn't seem to mind. Ugh~ what should I do when I see my brother flirting with a rich woman?" she said, wrapping her arm around his neck. "To stop you from sinking any deeper, I'll have to take matters into my own hands again."
"Ah! I wasn't flirting with a rich woman! Mercy!" Luca cried.
"No mercy!"
A series of loud smacks echoed through the room, followed by Luca's pained but oddly satisfying cries.
After getting a beating, Luca woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, except for a small injury at the corner of his mouth. Drinking potato soup for breakfast stung his cheeks.
"Does it hurt?" Kate asked, suppressing a smile from across the table.
"No, not at all!" Luca shook his head rapidly, burying his face in the soup like a pig.
Kate smirked, touching his cheek. "Dear, will you still dare flirt with rich women?"
"No, I won't!" he answered quickly.
"Good!" Kate nodded with satisfaction. "From now on, I'll double your monthly allowance."
"Really?!"
Luca's face lit up with joy. Even though he had taken a beating, the prospect of more pocket money made it seem worthwhile.
After breakfast, he resumed his workout and acting practice. In the afternoon, he drove to Aniston's mansion, where the celebration party for Troy was being held.
In May, Troy was released globally under Plan B's leadership. After two months, it had grossed over $400 million worldwide, with great reviews. Plan B received widespread acclaim, and Brad Pitt was on his way to becoming Hollywood's biggest star.
Thinking about it, Luca hesitated to get out of the car. Today was Brad Pitt's celebration party; why was he even here?
Just then, a black Porsche pulled up next to him.
Luca glanced over as the car door opened, revealing a slicked-back hairstyle. The man stepped out and looked his way. Their eyes met.
"Luca?!"
Leonardo blinked in surprise, then smiled. "Why are you here?"
"Leon, is it weird for me to be here?" Luca asked, straightening his suit as he stepped out of his car with a smile.
"Isn't it?" Leonardo smirked, adjusting his jacket. "You used to say I was too much of a player and wouldn't let me date Kate. But now look at you! While dating Lima, you cheated with Britney, Jessica, and even got involved in Aniston and Pitt's marriage. Compared to you, I'm practically a saint!"
Luca scoffed. "It's all just rumors. I never cheated or ruined anyone's relationship."
"Sure," Leonardo said, puffing on a cigarette. "We're all in the industry. What's real and what's fake? A lot of things can't be hidden from people in the know. Luca, you know, every time I see you, it's like seeing my younger self—ambitious, vain, reckless, lustful, and shameless, willing to do anything for fame."
"Stop!" Luca protested. "Leon, criticize yourself all you want, but don't drag me into it. I'm not as shameless as you."
"Ha! I may have been a player in my youth, but at least I never destroyed someone else's marriage. And I certainly didn't parade around at the victim's house afterward. Compared to you, I'm practically a saint, aren't I?" Leonardo laughed.
"Hmph!" Luca ignored him and strode into the villa.
This villa had been purchased by Aniston and Pitt after their marriage in Beverly Hills for $28 million. It was spacious, luxurious, and grand.
Today's party was being held in the villa's outdoor garden. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, white clouds floated by, and the garden was filled with flowers, trees, music, a pool, fine wine, and beautiful people. Celebrities mingled, and there wasn't a single unimportant person in sight.
Familiar faces like Julia Roberts, George Clooney, Leonardo, Matt Damon, Orlando Bloom, Diane Kruger, and many more were scattered throughout the garden and villa.
Prominent directors like David Fincher, Wolfgang Petersen, Guy Ritchie, and Doug Liman were also present.
Hollywood executives, including Warner Bros. Vice President Brett Ratner, Universal Pictures' chief producer, and Lionsgate's President Frank Giustra, were among the crowd.
At the center of it all stood today's star, Brad Pitt. With a glass of wine in hand, his face glowing with excitement, he chatted enthusiastically with those around him, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.
Beside him, Aniston wore a retro-style Prada dress. Her slender figure exuded a delicate beauty tinged with melancholy.
Luca sighed to himself. In the past, Pitt had been merely a supporting player next to Aniston. But now, with Friends over and Pitt's movies becoming major hits, their roles had reversed.
As he was observing the scene, Aniston noticed him and smiled faintly. She excused herself from Pitt's side and walked over, weaving through the crowd.
When Aniston left, Pitt glanced in Luca's direction, his face briefly turning cold before returning to its usual calm as he continued chatting.
"Hi, Luca!" Aniston greeted, giving him a once-over. "You look very handsome today!"
"Just today?" Luca shrugged. "I thought I was always handsome."
Aniston chuckled softly. "Yes, you are. But... what happened to your mouth?"
"Uh..." Luca hesitated. He had carefully covered the bruise with makeup, and even Leonardo hadn't noticed it earlier. How had Aniston spotted it?
"It's nothing, Jenny. I accidentally bumped into a table corner this morning," he said evasively.
"Really? I remember at the Helmut Lang fashion party, you also had an injury on your face. You told me you bumped into a table. And now you're saying the same thing. Do you bump into tables often?" she asked skeptically.
"It's not like that," Luca said, wiping his forehead. "Okay, I got beaten up."
"What? Who hit you? Did you report it? Was it someone getting revenge?" Aniston's expression turned serious.
"No, no! It was Kate," Luca admitted.
"Kate? Kate hit you?" Aniston burst out laughing.
"Stop laughing, stop laughing!" Luca was mortified as people glanced their way. He whispered to Aniston, "It's partially your fault."
"Me?" Aniston's laughter halted, and she looked surprised.
"Yes. Yesterday, you asked me to call you 'Sister,' and Kate overheard. She thought I was flirting with you and beat me up to 'keep me in line,'" Luca explained, touching his injured lip with a look of grievance.
Aniston stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter again.
Hmph~
Not far away, Brad Pitt noticed the interaction, a flash of coldness passing through his eyes.
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