Half an hour later...

"BOSS...that's it."

Thomson completed the task in only half the time required by President Martin.

At this moment, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to report to the cleaning department.

"Fake..."

"That's what I guessed about these green pools."

After listening to the assistant's report, Martin cursed with an unexpected expression.

When he ordered Thomson to investigate this matter, he already guessed how likely it was.

The result was as expected.

"These perverted old men, where do you think this is?"

"Fake..."

After scolding, Martin waved his hand and said:

"Thomson will book a flight for me and I will fly there myself."

There are some things that now require him to take action personally.

That group of Jews were very powerful in Hollywood because they stayed in groups and were very united.

It's a pity that this piece of land is called [Gome Ruicha].

When Martin gives face, the Oscar controlled by those people is one thing.

When you don't give face, you are just a group of aliens who can't keep up with the times.

...

Twenty-four hours later...

"Fake."

Martin, who appeared in a foreign country, couldn't help but curse again.

The flight lasted fourteen to five hours, which was really a torture for an old man of his age.

When traveling to a foreign country, jet lag is also troublesome.

It would really cost him half his life to come here.

"Go and ask the waiter to bring you a cup of the bitterest coffee. No sugar or milk is needed."

Martin, sitting in a cafe in this strange country and strange city...

After glancing around the store, he ordered the bodyguards beside him.

On this trip, Martin did not take anyone from CAA with him, but only four bodyguards.

"Okay BOSS."

Four bodyguards were sitting around Martin, and one of them stood up and walked towards the bar of the cafe.

"President Martin?"

Martin had just had a few sips of coffee, but he felt it didn't taste good and wasn't authentic. Before he could complain...

A woman wearing sunglasses, a vest, leather pants, and high heels came to the table and asked in an uncertain voice.

"You are Gal Gadot."

Martin put down the coffee cup, looked at the woman slowly for a few times, and then spoke.

His tone was very slow and his expression was without a smile.

"...Yes, I am Gal Gadot."

The woman's expression froze for a moment, then she forced out a smile:

"Welcome President Martin to XXX..."

"I hope you like the scenery of the city."

Martin still didn't smile, nor did he answer the woman's words. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the seat opposite:

"sit."

"Guta, give this lady a cup of the bitterest coffee."

"Okay, BOSS."

The two people talked and answered each other, and no one cared about the opinions of Gal Gadot sitting opposite.

A few minutes later...

"President Martin..."

Gal Gadot couldn't help but speak first.

After drinking the coffee, the CAA president across from me still didn't say anything. He didn't say why he came to this city in person, and he didn't say anything about why he invited her out specifically.

"My child is just over two years old, and he is still seven months away from turning three."

"I can't leave for too long..."

When you are on your own territory, can you still let outsiders make you angry?

Gal Gadot said she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Oh, yeah..."

When Martin heard this, he nodded expressionlessly, looked at the woman opposite and said:

"In this case, you can stay with your child every day from now on."

"Hollywood, you don't have to go there anymore."

"I guarantee with the reputation of CAA, no matter who is standing behind you..."

"No film and television companies in Hollywood will look for you to film in the future."

"You will have decades to spend with your children."

"Are you satisfied?"

Looking at Gal Gadot, whose expression was stagnant, a little surprised, a little unbelievable and a little shocked, Martin sneered:

"Maybe this answer will make you, a mother who cares about her family and loves her children, happy?"

"Are you so happy that you can hardly contain yourself and can't speak?"

When Martin took action personally, he had no intention of softening.

Because Martin knows his assistant Thompson.

This assistant didn't get to this position through the back door.

They are really capable and do things neatly.

Thomson couldn't do it, and Martin knew that the assistant must have exhausted all his methods.

"..."

"You...why?"

After a long time, Gal Gadot asked with difficulty.

It seemed like an unexpected expression.

It seems unbelievable.

When she received a call from the CAA president's bodyguard today, Gale guessed the purpose of the call.

After all, in the past six months or so, several people from CAA have approached Gal Gadot.

Even these people have been to this city several times. Gale knew their purpose, but they refused every time.

So this time when he received a call from the CAA president's bodyguard, Gale was not surprised or shocked...

I just didn't expect that Martin would give me a slap in the face as soon as I met.

Then...it turned out to be this conversation.

"Why?"

Martin repeated, picked up the coffee and took a sip, then put down the coffee cup and said slowly:

"Because I want to be a good person."

"Hollywood and the entertainment industry, everyone knows that the entertainment industry around the world is full of chaos."

"You...Gal Gadot, you are such a family-oriented, such a clean and tidy woman."

"I want to be a good person, so of course I will fulfill your wish."

"I won't let you step into this smoky place like Hollywood, and I won't let you enter this water full of sludge..."
To be continued...