Chapter 668: The Big Shot Teaches a Lesson – Throw Him Out

"So, miss, are you sure you're not Shia LaBeouf's girlfriend?"

"I'm sure," Megan said indignantly in response to Martin's probing. "I only played his love interest in a movie. In real life, I've never dated him, and I've never even had anything close to a romantic relationship with him."

Martin nodded, about to say something when—

Shia LaBeouf suddenly shouted, "F*ck! You bitch! I thought we had something special! If you don't care about me, then why did you act so well with me in the movie, huh? You conniving bitch! You're just a disloyal slut! Damn it! I won't let this go. Don't think you can escape the palm of my hand!"

(GodOfReader: So the author is yapping again, claiming this scene isn't exaggerated and that—blah blah blah—he and Vin Diesel are friends or whatever. Fuck off.)

This was the third time Shia LaBeouf had made a scene in front of Martin. Enough was enough. Martin wasn't about to give him a fourth chance. He turned his head slightly and gave a subtle signal.

Gordon understood.

He walked up and grabbed LaBeouf by the collar, dragging him out of the casting office.

LaBeouf stood 5'9" (with shoes on)—but without shoes, he was closer to 5'6". Gordon, at 6'2", hoisted him up with ease.

"Put me down, damn it! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my godfather is?!" (Bro is about to turn into Young Master, HAHAHAHA)

LaBeouf struggled and roared.

Martin sneered. "Throw him out. And—"

He turned to Drew. "Put his name on the Meyers Films blacklist."

"We have a blacklist?" Drew was surprised.

"We do now," Martin said coldly.

"Pfft!"

Martin and Drew turned toward the sound of laughter.

Megan Fox, startled, quickly waved her hands. "Sorry! I didn't mean to—it just slipped out."

It was a simple enough gesture, but with her tousled hair, those seductive green eyes, her inherently flirtatious looks, and that stunning figure…

All together, even the most casual motion from her felt like seduction. No wonder she was known as Hollywood's top "Fox Spirit"—even though she had a reputation for keeping her private life clean, her looks alone made her a walking temptress.

Just her face and body were enough to cause trouble.

Among Martin's collection of "bewitching women," Drew Barrymore also had an inherent charm, but hers had an innocent undertone. Megan Fox, on the other hand, was pure, undiluted seduction—what you'd call a "siren."

Kind of like the Enchantress, huh?

Martin mused inwardly, though his face remained calm and composed.

Unlike most men, his eyes didn't roam all over Megan's body.

That earned him quite a few points in Megan's eyes.

Martin smiled at her and said, "No need to apologize. It was funny. I meant LaBeouf, of course."

"Pfft!" Megan couldn't hold back her laughter again.

Martin really was interesting.

That's what she thought.

Off to the side, Drew silently observed, wondering if he might need to add another "sister" to the mix.

"Thank you," Megan said with some embarrassment, casting a shy glance at Martin with those enchanting green eyes.

More accidental flirtation.

She honestly wasn't trying!

"You're welcome," Martin replied with a smile, then turned to Drew. "If everything's settled, let's get back to the audition. Who was next? Miss Fox? Then let's go with her. Don't let that kid affect the process."

Dulo grinned in agreement. Truthfully, the role hadn't been officially cast yet—but if Martin said so, then it was hers.

Besides—

She really did have the right look and aura to play the film's seductress.

Megan's face lit up. Things had really turned around for her today.

"But what about my godfather?" Drew asked. (Spielberg was also Drew godfather.)

Martin chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll call him."

"Want to sit in for the audition later?"

"Can't. I've got something else I need to take care of."

"Alright then."

"Okay, I'm off. Call me if anything comes up."

Martin made to leave, but not before politely bidding Megan goodbye. "See you, Miss Fox."

Megan's eyes sparkled as she watched him.

The way he casually said, "Don't worry about Spielberg" was seriously attractive!

"Ah—yes, see you, Mr. Meyers," Megan stammered.

Megan, what are you doing? Get a grip!

Blushing, she greeted him back, while feeling mortified by her own flustered behavior.

Just then, Martin's phone rang with a soft ringtone.

He pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID, waving it at Drew with a grin. "Steve's calling—guess the kid already ran off crying. What do you think—apology or confrontation?"

"Haha, my godfather isn't as dumb as that punk. Definitely an apology," Dulo laughed.

"That's what I'm betting on too," Martin said. "Let's see what Steve's willing to pay for his little protégé's tantrum."

Megan stared wide-eyed at the two of them.

She was just a fledgling in the industry, but she'd heard rumors about Martin's power—

But this was Spielberg! The man who ruled Hollywood for two decades!

To her, Spielberg was practically a god.

But to Martin?

Just another guy he could toy with at will.