Chapter 679: An Immensely Relieving Plot Twist

Alexandra Daddario's room was on the same floor as Martin and Jessica's.

When she saw Martin and Jessica walking into their room together, arms around each other, even though she had long expected it, Alexandra still felt a sharp pang in her chest—a flutter of discomfort she couldn't ignore.

"Am I really that unattractive?"

She lay in bed, tossing and turning.

"I wonder if Martin picked up on the hint I dropped on the bridge..."

Conflicted emotions churned in Alexandra's heart. Part of her hoped Martin had understood; part of her hoped he hadn't.

"Jessica's a great girl. How could I be like this?"

"Maybe... but it's Martin, after all. He's so charming, so talented. I really don't want to let him go."

"Even just for one night!"

Martin's face floated into her mind again, then his perfectly proportioned body. And then her thoughts wandered to that scene in Martin dancing films—that hot, bare-chested dance...

So hot... Is the air conditioner turned up too high?

Alexandra's hand moved subconsciously...

A moment later—

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone was at the door.

Her heart nearly leapt out of her throat.

She immediately sprang out of bed in excitement.

Once her feet hit the ground, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

But clearly, she failed.

Is it him? Is it really him again?

She didn't even bother to put on shoes, hurrying barefoot to the door.

Peering through the peephole, Alexandra saw Martin's handsome face.

Even distorted by the peephole lens, his features remained irresistibly captivating.

Ahhh~!

Alexandra let out a silent scream, clutched her chest with both hands, and leaned her back against the door, trying to calm her wildly racing heart.

But for obvious reasons, her hands couldn't quite soothe her heart from that close range.

She took several deep breaths.

Then, Alexandra resolutely turned, unlocked the door, and opened it.

Martin stepped in. Amid her surprised gasp, he wrapped his arms possessively around her slim waist and kissed her.

"Mm… ah, Martin, the door—"

Bang!

Martin kicked the door shut.

And so began a night of breeding session.

...

The next day, the Wanted crew officially began filming.

Alexandra had landed a role as a female assassin. It wasn't a major part, but it paid $20,000.

When her manager flew in to finalize the contract, he was completely dumbfounded.

And when he saw Alexandra and Martin interacting so intimately, he was beyond stunned.

So… this girl didn't refuse casting couch deals out of principle—her standards were just too high?!

What shocked the manager even more was that while Alexandra was sweetly chatting with Martin, holding onto his arm, another long-time rumored female lead in Martin's scandals—Jessica Alba—also appeared.

The stunning Latina linked arms with Martin from the other side and greeted Alexandra warmly. The two girls started whispering to each other like close friends.

What… the hell?

Even after boarding the plane, he still hadn't recovered.

He began to wonder: Should I tell Alexandra's father about this?

Very quickly, he made up his mind.

Though he was good friends with Alexandra's father, he was now her manager. His responsibility was to look out for his client.

He didn't know how Martin managed to make Jessica and Alexandra get along so well, but by the time he landed, he'd figured it out:

This is a good thing, isn't it?

With Martin backing her, Alexandra's future in showbiz was guaranteed to be smooth sailing.

She'd make a name for herself, earn big money, move into a mansion, and drive luxury cars.

And as for him—he'd get a nice cut along the way.

With his internal struggle resolved, the manager finally relaxed and even felt a little giddy.

He thanked his lucky stars that Alexandra hadn't agreed to meet with those shady contacts he tried to introduce before. Thank goodness she chose to travel to Prague to clear her head—otherwise, she might never have gotten this chance to be close to Martin.

...

Back on set, Martin was playing Wesley Gibson, being berated by a loud, overweight woman.

He cowered, trembling, portraying a timid, beaten-down man.

Outside the apartment, Wesley caught his girlfriend cheating with his best friend. Furious, he clenched his fists—but lacked the courage to barge in and confront them.

Later, when the cheating friend pretended to have just come home, he not only showed no guilt but even offered Wesley advice on how to win back his girlfriend, acting like a smug big brother.

His boss was overbearing, his coworkers inconsiderate, and his girlfriend's betrayal pushed him to the brink. Wesley was falling apart.

To relieve the mental strain, he resorted to medication.

Alexandra and Jessica stood side by side.

Now that they'd both "been claimed," they were officially part of Martin's collection.

These two living goddesses watched Martin's performance with admiration as they chatted in hushed tones.

"Oh my god," Alexandra's pale blue eyes widened. "Martin can actually bring this pathetic loser of a character to life so vividly. It's unbelievable."

"You'll get used to it," Jessica said knowingly. "This is exactly why we call him 'Magical Martin.'"

"Really? I thought it was because of…" Alexandra blushed and whispered a few words into Jessica's ear.

Jessica giggled behind her hand. "Well, that reason is definitely part of it too!"

"Cut! Excellent. That's a wrap—next scene."

Director Timur Bekmambetov wasn't just sucking up. He genuinely thought Martin's performance was brilliant.

The way he portrayed Wesley's cowardice, repression, and inner rage as a bottom-of-the-barrel office worker was impressively nuanced.

Timur didn't know how this rich kid Martin managed to embody this so convincingly—but the fact was, he nailed it.

The next scene they shot was a key turning point: Wesley learns that his father was part of an assassin group called "The Fraternity," and that he himself might join them. He quits his job and finally stands up to the people he despises.

It was one of the early emotional high points—a cathartic release for the audience—and crucial to get right.

Filming began.

Inside the office, the overweight woman once again berated Wesley.

But this time, Martin didn't endure it silently. He suddenly shouted "Shut the fuck up!" in an explosive outburst. The woman froze in shock.

Then, Martin ripped a keyboard off the desk and stormed toward his boss's office.

Just then, the "best friend" who'd slept with his girlfriend appeared, trying to act cool and reach out for a fist bump.

Wesley smirked coldly and smashed him with the keyboard.

The actor playing the friend fell backward as keys scattered everywhere.

In post-production, they would enhance this scene—the flying keys would form the words "FUCK YOU."

But it wasn't over.

Wesley swung the keyboard wildly, smashing everything around him.

A long-overdue moment of satisfaction.

Then, as he tossed the keyboard aside and stormed out, he turned back, flipped his boss the middle finger, and yelled a hearty "Fuck you!"—delivering a classic American-style parting shot.