The movie ended, and the lights in the theater lobby came back on.
A film —slick, explosive, indulgently satisfying, and boasting top-tier action choreography—was bound to win applause. As expected, everyone in the theater burst into enthusiastic clapping.
Leonardo couldn't help but turn to Blake and say, "Martin's got a flair for these gunfight flicks. He always brings in some wild, imaginative twist."
Though a girl, Blake was clearly just as fired up by this monster-fighting, level-up style thrill ride. "That Combat Technique thing was incredible! Especially the final segment—it's gotta be one of the most visually stunning displays of violence in Hollywood history."
Then her eyes lit up. She lowered her voice and asked, "Leo... if Martin's studio has any upcoming projects, could you recommend me?"
Leonardo thought it over and replied, "Recommending you won't be a problem. But whether or not Martin would actually use you—that, I can't promise. You know how many women he's got hanging around him."
"Is that so..." Blake fell into thoughtful silence.
Meanwhile, Will Smith was still pondering. What was the name of the director of Wanted again? Something Eastern European? He mused. Maybe we could collaborate. If we added this kind of explosive action to Men in Black 3, would the result be even better...?
When Martin got home, Britney was already there.
Unlike in her previous life, she hadn't gained weight. Thanks to years of dance training, her figure remained slim, toned, and firm—her waist soft to the touch but taut with strength, rivaling Jessica, who also trained rigorously.
"Martin! I missed you so much!"
The moment she saw him, Britney leapt into his arms like a little monkey, clinging onto him tightly.
Martin cupped her ass in both hands and gave her a passionate french kiss.
Jessica walked past them like nothing was happening. "Couldn't you at least wait until you're in the bedroom before heating things up?"
"Aaah, someone's jealous!" Britney squealed mischievously.
Martin held Britney with one arm and opened the other.
Jessica chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Jealous, my ass," she said, then jumped into his arms too.
What happened next... was delightfully indecent.
Elsewhere in a high-end Beverly Hills neighborhood.
Blake, lying beside a soundly sleeping Leonardo, quietly reached for his phone. She opened his contacts, scrolled to Martin's number, and silently memorized the digits.
Then she carefully returned the phone to its original position and quickly saved the number to her own phone.
Only after finishing all this did Blake finally let out a breath of relief.
But her excitement kept her tossing and turning. It wasn't until past 2 a.m. that she finally fell asleep.
In her dream, she had become Martin's woman—no, the woman—the only one he loved. He pampered her to the heavens.
Whatever resources she wanted, he gave. Whatever role she craved, she got...
Until one day, a penniless man named Leonardo showed up at her doorstep, pointing a finger at her and shouting, "You bitch! You betrayed me! You—"
Blake frantically denied it. "No, no, no! Who even are you? I don't know you! What nonsense are you spouting..."
Then Martin appeared, looked at Leonardo in astonishment, and said, "Isn't this my old friend Leo? What happened to you?"
"It was this woman! She ruined me! She's evil—I'll tell you, she's fucking evil!"
"No! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not...!"
"You are! You are! You are!"
Leonardo suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently.
"Blake! Blake, wake up! Wake up! What's wrong?!"
Blake opened her eyes to find Leonardo's handsome face hovering near hers, shaking her gently.
For a moment, she couldn't tell dream from reality.
Instinctively, she shoved him hard and cried out, "Bastard! I'm not a bad woman—I didn't ruin you!"
Leonardo toppled backward onto the bed, stunned. What the hell...?
"Sweetheart, did you have a nightmare? Wake up a little!"
"A nightmare? Wake up?"
Blake slowly came to her senses. Looking at Leonardo again, guilt flickered across her face.
"Are you okay, honey?"
"The bed's so soft, of course I'm fine. But are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Blake blushed. "Just had a nightmare."
Leonardo chuckled. "A nightmare? What kind of dream could scare you this much...? You don't even know—you were lying there with your eyes shut, flailing around, shouting like a madwoman, 'I'm not! I'm not!' Did something happen?"
"Uh, not really. I dreamt I became some kind of dark witch, and I accidentally turned you into a mouse. You came to find me and accused me of ruining you, and I kept saying I didn't mean to... something like that."
"A mouse, huh? Seriously?" Leonardo snorted. "Babe, you underestimate me. At the very least, I'd be a little viper! Wanna see how a viper strikes?"
Blake shook off the last of her dream, and the two of them playfully wrestled on the bed.
Ivanka opened the laptop on her desk and started scrolling through film websites, looking up reviews for Wanted.
On IMDb, Wanted already had over 700 comments—and over 90% of them were glowing praise.
"This film is the new benchmark for aestheticized violence—outshining even John Woo and his white doves. Don't believe me? Go watch it. You'll be blown away."
"Martin's portrayal of Wesley—his transformation from repressed and simmering to explosive and fearless—was nothing short of masterful. It's a hard character to pin down, but Martin nailed it. And Jessica Alba? Cold, sultry, and effortlessly sexy from start to finish."
"The seven-minute car chase alone is unforgettable. The scene where the female lead flips a car in the middle of a crowded street to assassinate her target? Absolute Cinema. But the real climax? That insane one-against-a-hundred final showdown—easily the best action sequence of the year. The whole film runs at a breakneck pace. It's pure adrenaline."
"Explosions galore! Energy through the roof! By the end, I had just one feeling—hell yeah. This is the ultimate adrenaline rush flick—hot guys, gorgeous women, flying bullets, Smashing keyboard, impossible stunts, curved bullets—every scene pumps your blood!"
"This is Martin's most badass film since The Matrix. Honestly, I think it's even better than Spider-Man. Crossfire shootouts, crucifix-style hangings, rapid-fire kicks... the action in this one will absolutely blow your mind."