Chapter 508: The Party on the New Yacht

"You can't do it either?"

Drew's words amused Martin.

"Come on, I'm not their dad!"

"So we really don't have a chance?"

Drew was still unwilling to give up.

Martin glanced at her—this girl had deep ambitions hidden in her heart. She was definitely not someone content with staying beneath others.

"You want Meyers Studios to become the seventh major that badly?"

"Of course! Telling people I'm the president of one of Hollywood's Big Seven sounds way better than just president of Meyers Studios! Martin, you must have a way, right? Help me out!!!"

Drew started acting coquettishly. Her figure had grown even more voluptuous, making it hard for Martin to resist.

"I'll see what I can do, but don't expect anything in the short term."

"Giggle, understood!"

As she spoke, Drew wrapped her arms around Martin's head and kissed him, her breath intoxicating.

As their lips parted, Martin froze for a moment before lowering his head and kissing her back.

A romantic interlude began…

—

Blue sky, white clouds, a yacht, bikinis!

Martin was steering his new yacht out to sea.

This was a 568-foot-long superyacht, delivered in June 2004 by the German shipyard Lürssen.

The yacht had a beam of 24.97 meters and a draft of 6.75 meters. Its hull was made of special steel, while the superstructure was aluminum, with a gross tonnage of 5,034.

Powered by a 690-horsepower Caterpillar engine generating 4,717 horsepower, it had a top speed of 18 knots, a cruising speed of 17 knots, and an estimated maximum range of 15,000 nautical miles.

It could accommodate 36 guests in 16 cabins. The interior was designed by the renowned Albert Pinto, while the exterior was crafted by Espen Oeino, giving the yacht a sleek, streamlined look—like a giant blue dolphin.

On the deck, Lindsay, Scarlett, and Jessica were learning Britney's latest dance moves. The four beauties, each with a stunning figure, made the scene an absolute visual feast as they danced—waves rolling, curves undulating, pure eye candy.

Martin, watching from the upper deck, was completely mesmerized.

Paris Hilton had initially planned to join in, but after taking two steps forward, she glanced down at herself, then quietly backed away.

Natalie, standing nearby, smirked. "What's wrong? Feeling insecure?"

Natalie and Paris never seemed to see eye to eye.

Paris snorted. "Please, if anyone should feel insecure, it's you. I've got way more than you do!"

Natalie chuckled. "I'm not like you—I don't care about that kind of thing."

"Oh really? Then why aren't you up there dancing?"

"I don't know how to dance."

"Lame excuse."

Natalie shrugged and fell silent.

Feeling victorious, Paris lifted her chin.

—

Meanwhile, Miranda Kerr was quietly chatting with Adriana Lima.

"That's right, the brand name is 'Miranda.' For now, it'll focus on trendy women's fashion and footwear, but in the future, I plan to expand into jewelry. I need to establish a modeling agency for the brand. Would you be interested in running it?"

"A modeling agency, huh? That's my territory. I can get involved, but what's in it for me?"

Even though Martin had sown his 'seeds of affection' among his collection, he hadn't erased their personalities. The girls still retained their original character and weren't just mindless followers.

Adriana Lima wasn't the type to just say, "Sure, I'll help you," even if she and Miranda were good friends. Her upbringing and life experience wouldn't allow her to do something for nothing.

Miranda wasn't offended by this—business was business.

She was well-prepared. "I can't give you shares in the main 'Miranda' brand, but I can offer you 20% ownership of the modeling agency."

"Twenty is too little. I want 30%, and I'm willing to invest." Adriana held up three fingers.

Miranda thought for a moment before agreeing. "Deal."

She then asked, "Can you bring in some young, beautiful models with great figures?"

"I have plenty of model connections. But when you say 'great figures,' do you mean…?"

At this time, Western fashion still idolized ultra-thin models. Apart from Victoria's Secret, most models were expected to be extremely lean, strictly controlling their diets. Gaining even a little weight meant losing jobs.

"I don't want the super-skinny type. I want models like you Victoria's Secret girls—fuller figures, toned abs, healthy and fit."

"No problem!"

—

On the yacht's aft deck, a few of Martin's more mature "collectibles" were chatting.

"Nicole, I had no idea you were with Martin so early," Charlize said with a playful laugh.

Lazily flipping onto her stomach, Nicole Kidman let her robe slip to the side, revealing a round, perfect backside and a pair of long, toned legs. "Honestly, I didn't expect it myself back then."

"How old was Martin at the time? Fourteen? Fifteen?"

Charlize shifted her position as she spoke, showing off her own equally stunning legs—perhaps intentionally.

Jennifer Aniston, lying between them, grumbled bitterly, "Ugh, enough already! I admit my legs aren't as long as yours, okay?"

Charlize and Nicole exchanged mischievous smiles.

Then Jennifer added, "But my boobs are bigger than both of yours."

The laughter froze.

Charlize huffed, "That's only because I lost weight too fast!"

Nicole's eyes widened. "Since when does weight loss shrink boobs!?"

Charlize glared at her. "Whose side are you on?"

—

In the captain's cabin, Drew and Ivanka stood like two guardians, one on each side of Martin.

Drew, wearing nothing but a tiny bikini bottom, leaned against Martin, flashing Ivanka a smug smile.

Ivanka muttered, "Bitch," but she wasn't bold enough to act like Drew.

Instead, she lifted her hand and smacked Drew's ass.

Smack!

A ripple spread across the smooth skin.

Martin's peripheral vision instantly locked onto the scene.

Drew didn't mind at all and asked playfully, "Did you like that?"

Martin calmly nodded. "Loved it."

Drew shot Ivanka a triumphant look.

Ivanka pouted and silently cursed again, but she also leaned in closer to Martin, making a show of intimacy.

Drew scoffed. "Twig."

Ivanka snapped, "Who are you calling a twig? Hmph, my body is well-proportioned!"

And so, the two started bickering again.

Martin just watched them with a smile, enjoying the show.

—

It was a joyous, carefree voyage.

They played for three days before returning, their stress and emotions released, feeling utterly relaxed.

Then, Martin received a call from Leonardo DiCaprio.