Martin looked at the newspaper, lost in thought.
Liu Yifei, noticing his expression, found it a bit strange and moved closer to take a look.
At a glance, she saw the large photo on the front page—a shot of Michelle and her lawyer during a court interrogation.
"Ah, this girl looks so much like Elle!" she exclaimed.
Since Elle Fanning had visited the set several times with her sister, Liu Yifei had gotten to know her.
Martin tucked away the thoughts in his mind and nodded. "Yeah, I think so too."
Then he shook the newspaper and said, "This case is quite interesting. I think it would be perfect to adapt into a film or TV series."
Liu Yifei laughed. "Then you wouldn't even need to cast anyone—just let Elle play the role."
Martin said, "That's exactly what I was thinking."
...
"What? Martin wants me to star in a TV series?"
Elle Fanning, who had been tangled lately over whether and how to approach Martin, felt both thrilled and apprehensive when she heard this news from her sister.
Then her thoughts began to wander.
Does Martin like me?
Is he using this as an excuse to get closer to me?
What about my sister?
Will she be hurt?
Wait, Martin has so many women. Do I really want to become one of them?
"Hey, hey, Elle, are you even listening to me?" Dakota Fanning looked at her distracted sister, wondering why Elle had been so spaced out lately, often lost in thought and occasionally with a dreamy expression. Is she in love?
"Ah, ah, yeah, I'm listening," Elle Fanning snapped back to attention, trying to compose herself under her sister's surprised gaze.
...
Anya Taylor-Joy sat in the spacious back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom. Everything in the car intrigued her.
The vast interior, black leather sofa, top-notch sound system, well-stocked wine cabinet, even a small refrigerator—it was all luxuriously capitalist and intoxicatingly deceptive.
The car turned smoothly onto Mulholland Drive.
Through the window, Anya saw various mansions along the road, each with its own distinct architectural style, all hidden behind dense trees and high walls.
Then the car turned into a side road, entering a dense forest area. Martin Meyers' estate was located at the highest point of this private lane.
As the car approached, a gleaming silver metal gate slowly opened, allowing it to drive directly into the restricted area.
They passed through a huge garden and lawn, finally stopping at the small plaza with a fountain in front of the main building.
Anya Taylor-Joy's family wasn't poor, but they weren't wealthy either—just a typical middle-class household.
So, although the girl was very smart, her resistance to the damn charm of money wasn't very high!
Even though it was her second time here, she was still captivated by the grandeur of this massive structure.
According to Drew, this building had been expanded and now had over 80 rooms, each spacious and fully equipped.
Now, each of Martin's women had her own room here.
After getting out of the car, Anya looked toward the cliffside ahead.
There was a long stretch of golden sand beach.
The beach also belonged to Martin privately, separated by towering rocks on both sides, offering excellent privacy.
Further south along the beach, there was a concave cliff area where a small harbor was built, housing Martin's private yacht.
Several large umbrellas were planted on the sand, with lounge chairs underneath. Someone was on the chairs, but Anya couldn't see who it was clearly.
Just then, Biyou came out holding a glass of lemonade. Seeing Anya, she smiled and said, "Anya, Martin is down there. Do you want to go find him directly, or go inside for some snacks? Heather made some pastries."
"Ah, thank you, but I'm not hungry yet. I'll go down to find Martin first," Anya said very politely.
She knew that Heather and Biyou were not only Martin's housekeepers but also his women.
These two also managed Martin's properties around the world, often taking turns flying on his private jet to handle various trivial matters related to his assets, with a team of people under them.
Drew had once warned her: it's fine to compete with others for Martin's affection, but never offend these two women.
Walking to the beach, Anya saw Martin indeed lying under one of the umbrellas, with Drew lying beside him.
This made Anya relax a little.
"Hey, Drew!"
"Hey, Martin!"
With a sweet smile, she walked to the lounge chair and greeted them.
Martin took off his sunglasses and gave Anya a big smile, opening his arms.
Anya cleverly lay down next to him.
"Hey, beautiful witch, you're looking hot today!"
Today Anya had dressed up specially—a pink-green dress with a low-cut halter neckline that showed off her extremely sexy figure. With a sweet smile on her face, she radiated the unique youthful energy of a young girl.
"Want something to drink?"
Martin pointed to the small ice chest on the side table. Ice cubes were melting inside, with various bottles of drinks inserted into them.
"Do you have fruit juice?"
"Of course."
Martin pulled out a bottle of purple liquid.
"Grape juice?"
"Sure, thanks."
As Martin hugged the girl, Drew said, "Anya, the reason we asked you here today is to tell you that since you're now Martin's woman, you can choose a room here. You can come stay anytime."
"Really?" Anya showed a mix of surprise and delight.
Drew had said that only by having your own room in this estate could you truly be considered part of Martin's harem, becoming "one of us."
"Of course it's true. Also, there's another project for 2016, right after you finish filming The Witch."
"Ah, that's great! What kind of film is it? Who's directing?"
Drew said with a smile, "It's a horror film, directed by Martin himself. The title is IT But it's not the lead role—it's more like the first supporting female role."
"I'll do it! I don't care if it's not the lead, as long as Martin is directing," Anya said without hesitation.
Drew secretly gave her a thumbs-up.
Anya blushed and smiled.
Her relationship with Drew was actually a bit unusual too.