Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

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Martin and Gordon stood high above, gazing down at the city of Abu Dhabi.

At that moment, another convoy of vehicles arrived at the hotel below.

Martin's vision far surpassed that of an ordinary person, and with just one glance, his heart gave a little jolt of surprise.

The Texas Oil Group? They're staying in this hotel too?

"Mr. Evans, we've arrived."

A female assistant spoke respectfully to the CEO of the oil group, Evans Crookes, who stood beside her.

"Mm."

The 45-year-old Evans Crookes nodded gravely. Only after the doorman opened the car door did he step out at a deliberate pace.

The female assistant quickly stepped forward to adjust her boss's suit.

Evans led the way into the hotel, his elegant female assistant walking just slightly behind him. Trailing them was a team of roughly twenty professionals, all in sharp suits, their measured pace elevating Evans' aura of authority.

The group split into three elevators. Only the assistant and a few top executives were allowed to ride with Evans.

Evans suddenly asked, "I heard that the young genius from the Myers family has also bought an oil company and joined the fray for Bid 18?"

"Yes, sir. Martin Myers purchased the Campbell Oil Company, which we had our eyes on, and entered the bidding process," a high-ranking executive in his thirties replied respectfully.

Evans nodded and then asked, "How did he get wind of this?"

"It's said that President Little B* told him."

"Oh? And why? I recall Little B was planning to deal with Martin. Why the sudden change in attitude?"

"We asked people close to Little B, but no one knows the specifics. It seems Martin arranged a private meeting with the president, and after that, Little B completely shifted his stance."

The executive who answered gave a wry smile. "I even asked the president myself. All he said was, 'Martin Myers is my good brother!'"

Evans' eyes flashed. "Could it be that Martin has some leverage over Little B?"

Another executive in the elevator remarked, "Does Little B even have any skeletons in his closet that our group isn't already aware of?"

Evans replied, "We can't rule it out. After all, it's impossible for us to monitor Little B 24/7, and the young genius from the Myers family isn't your average player."

"By the way, does anyone know how much Little B actually told him?" Evans asked again.

"We contacted Robert Putnam, but he claims he knows nothing," an executive answered.

Evans shook his head. "Robert Putnam can't be trusted—he's not one of our people. Has anyone asked Chiventon?"

"I did. Chiventon said he only knows that Little B revealed the details about the UAE oilfield bid to Martin."

"So Little B didn't leak the contents of the bid document we paid a million dollars for?" Evans asked.

"According to Chiventon, no. But he also mentioned that he has no way of knowing if Little B has been in private contact with Martin."

Evans pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

It didn't seem likely to him.

Even though Little B went around calling Martin his "good brother," there was no way he genuinely regarded him as one. He must have been coerced. It was unthinkable that Little B would voluntarily provide such crucial information.

What Evans didn't know was that magic actually existed in this world! This wasn't some Harry Potter fanfiction!

Ding!

With a crisp chime, the elevator doors slid open smoothly.

Evans had reserved a luxurious head-of-state suite on the top floor. Unfortunately, the hotel's best presidential suite had already been booked, so he had to settle for the next best option.

Both the luxurious head-of-state suite and the presidential suite had private elevators for efficiency and privacy, but to appear "approachable," Evans had opted to take the regular elevator with his team.

"Hmm!"

Just as he and his assistant were passing the opulent doors of the presidential suite, they suddenly swung open. A dashing young man stepped out.

"Hello, Mr. Crookes. It's such a pleasure to see you here."

"You? Martin Myers? You're staying at this hotel too?" Evans quickly realized that this was the person who had snatched the presidential suite from him.

And as if that weren't enough, this young man had also taken Campbell Oil Company, the prize Evans had coveted. A surge of irritation rose in his heart.

"Martin, the oil industry isn't something a newcomer can just waltz into. I advise you to tread carefully."

"Exactly," Martin nodded matter-of-factly. "That's why I brought a professional team."

Evans chuckled. "Good. After all, I knew your grandfather, and I'd hate to see you throw your money away."

"If there's oil in the water, it's no waste," Martin replied with an equally warm smile, meeting Evans head-on in their verbal sparring.

"OK. Good luck."

"Thank you."

And with that, their conversation ended.