The richest actor in Hollywood.

Following Brown Williams' gaze, Matthew saw only the back of a man in a dark suit, who quickly disappeared into the crowd across South Beverwil Drive.

Retracting his gaze, Matthew asked Brown Williams, "What was that about?"

Brown Williams waved a finely crafted booklet in his hand and said, "That man just came over and specifically asked me to hand this to you."

"A fan?" Matthew asked curiously.

Both custom-made Mercedes G-Wagons by Mercedes-Benz had "M-H" markings, representing his initials, making it easy for people to recognize him. Fans often came to Angel Agency to give him gifts.

"Probably not," Brown Williams quickly flipped through the booklet, ensuring it was safe, and handed it to Matthew. "It looks like an introduction and invitation."

Matthew took it and said, "Let's go back to Beverly Hills."

Once they were in the Mercedes G-Wagon and the car started, Matthew examined the booklet while Bella Anderson, sitting beside him, looked over curiously. This was clearly not a gift from a fan but an invitation and introduction to a club.

Matthew opened the finely crafted booklet and quickly skimmed through it. He immediately understood why they had sought him out and what kind of club it was.

The club, named Holy City, hadn't been around long but had already made a name for itself in Hollywood.

Although he had never attended, Matthew had heard Johnny Depp mention this private party club in Los Angeles. It only accepted 99 members per month, and each member had to go through strict screening. Being wealthy and powerful was just the basic requirement.

Secret rooms, sex, hedonism—every element that stimulated hormones was the theme of this club's parties. According to Depp, the club's reputation soared due to its private and elite branding.

Johnny Depp had once attended and had boasted about it to Matthew. The club hosted monthly parties where socialites, young models, and actors gathered. Phones were banned, and attendees were searched upon entry. People entered with masks, but many removed them once inside.

At these parties, women wore sexy lingerie or were even half-naked, while men wore suits. The atmosphere was wildly hedonistic.

The front page of the booklet had a passage that would be very tempting for many:

"The club hosts monthly masquerades and private dinners, quarterly erotic art classes, and seasonal pool parties that offer unique fun. If these don't satisfy your curiosity, our erotic theater will give you reasons to linger. Come, friend, and experience this true 'high society socializing.'"

Further inside were the membership details, such as an annual fee of $100,000 for men, while women could join for free but underwent rigorous screening, excluding any less attractive members. It was stated that Hollywood stars and famous models were among the female members.

From the content of this well-made booklet, it was clear that this was an enticing, mysterious place, stirring curiosity and excitement. However, not just anyone could enter such a sex-related club—it wasn't easy to get in even if you had connections.

Judging by the booklet, Matthew might have thought the so-called Holy City Club was bluffing and scamming, but since he had heard Johnny Depp mention it, he knew most of it was true.

Someone like him would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted.

Bella Anderson sneaked a glance at Matthew. She had also seen parts of the content and, having worked in Hollywood for a while, she had a general idea. She also knew her boss well as his personal assistant.

Matthew noticed Bella Anderson's expression but said nothing, casually putting the booklet into the storage compartment between the back seats.

Before this year, he would have definitely dragged Johnny Depp along to check it out, as $100,000 meant nothing to him. But now, he hesitated, feeling that caution was wise.

It wasn't that he feared gossip. As long as there were no affairs or harassment, consensual encounters would at most be tabloid fodder. Moreover, he had become known as a playboy in the media over the years.

But Jessica Alba's rumors had left a psychological shadow on Matthew. He had even reduced contact with Eva Green recently.

Matthew was never one to be indecisive. He quickly decided to keep the special booklet. If he didn't want to go, he'd leave it in the car, and it would be convenient to use whenever he felt like going.

The Mercedes G-Wagon returned to the Horner Estate. Matthew thought of Eva Green, who he'd been in less contact with lately, and pulled out his phone to call her.

Although she played the leading lady, Eva Green's role didn't have many scenes. Apart from being on set the first day, the crew hadn't filmed any scenes involving the Queen of Sparta. Zack Snyder had scheduled her scenes for later.

Matthew dialed Eva Green's number, but no one answered.

He put down his phone and took a walk around the estate. The trees and plants in the front yard, meticulously maintained by Red Penguin, had revived, and the landscaping and scenery of the entire estate looked quite impressive after spending a lot of money.

As dusk settled, Eva Green, who lived in a house not far from Beverly Hills, returned home with an obviously unhappy look on her fair face.

Thinking about the disgusting, lecherous fat guy who had harassed her this afternoon still made her want to puke.

Earlier that afternoon, she had attended a party thrown by her friend Edward Norton. At the party, a short, fat guy buzzed around her like a fly, making her extremely annoyed. If he wasn't a big shot in the industry, she would've slapped him already.

Despite that, the fat guy didn't back off and even invited her to a hotel over the weekend to discuss a film deal. As he was a big shot, she didn't dare to refuse outright and excused herself to Edward Norton to leave.

Changing out of her black dress, she took a bath, ate something light, and lounged on the couch in the living room, turning on the TV.

Feeling agitated, she kept changing channels, finding nothing to watch until she landed on ABC's entertainment channel, which made her pause.

The screen was filled with close-ups of Matthew Horner.

Watching Matthew on TV, Eva Green thought again about the fat, greasy, disgusting man from the party and muttered to herself, "Matthew is much easier on the eyes."

She tilted her head and stared at the TV, "Compared to someone as revolting as Weinstein, Matthew is a sight for sore eyes."

Despite his somewhat unconventional appearance and behavior, Eva Green never denied she was attracted to looks.

As the TV switched from Matthew's pictures, she didn't change the channel, listening to the host talk about him for a bit longer. It seemed to be a program specifically about Matthew, likely promoting "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest."

"Matthew Horner's dedication and professionalism are well-known in the industry. Directors, writers, and actors who have worked with him speak highly of him. So, what exactly is he like in their eyes?"

Curious about Matthew, whom she knew well, Eva Green continued watching.

The first person to appear was Jerry Bruckheimer, who spoke briefly but powerfully: "Matthew Horner is one of the coolest, most sincere, and hardest-working people I've ever met!"

Next, a clip of Stephen Sommers' interview appeared. "Initially, I didn't want Matthew. He didn't have the qualities I needed, so he didn't impress me. But after meeting him, I grew to like him. He quickly wins over people without making a big show of it. When I saw him the second time, I was won over. I just felt that I'd like him more and more. On screen, he's bursting with energy. Matthew has a refined, resilient quality that's remarkable!"

Then a regular reporter appeared, speaking to the camera, "I had the privilege of meeting Matthew at a premiere. I asked to shake his hand, but he was surrounded by people taking turns for photos. After a few minutes, I heard him say, 'Where's that guy? I said I'd shake his hand. Hey, buddy!' He walked over with a big smile and shook my hand. I don't care what others say; I think he's unparalleled."

Finally, a security guard from the set spoke. "I've worked on several of Matthew's films. By the third day on set, he knew everyone's names and never delayed when he arrived."

This security guard had much to say, praising Matthew extensively. "He's the best, most polite, hardworking, and talented person I've ever seen. He always shows up ten minutes early, fully prepared. He treats everyone well, including the lowest production assistants and crew members, who sometimes get treated like crap by minor stars."

Feeling a strong urge to call Matthew, hoping he might offer some advice on dealing with the fat guy, Eva Green pulled out her phone and found a missed call from Matthew. She quickly dialed back.

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