Chapter 28

John excitedly hurried outside the villa where the party was being hosted in his Bentley.

Kurt, wearing beach shorts, was already at the villa's entrance. His body was uncovered, and John could not bear to stare at the thick chest hair.

Kurt rushed forward. "You are finally here. Everyone inside is dressed in swimwear, so it's a bit strange for you to enter like this," he said, leading John into the villa.

Joseph and Kenny followed closely. At the villa's entrance stood two robust black bodyguards wearing headsets.

Photographers were snapping shots outside the villa. "Why are there so many paparazzi?" John asked, momentarily surprised.

Kurt shrugged. "Executives from film studios and Hollywood stars are here. The paparazzi are just trying their luck."

John clenched his jaw. "How many times have you been to such parties behind my back, you fat guy?" he muttered quietly.

"Let's enjoy ourselves tonight. The film executives are interested in meeting you," Kurt said, quickly changing the topic.

John broke off his conversation with Kurt and passed through the glass doorway lit by floor lamps. In front of him, a sizable swimming pool filled with loud voices and laughter was lit by colorful spotlights.

"You can skip the changing room and just take off your T-shirt here. It's too annoying," Kurt commented as they stopped near the swimming pool.

Without hesitation, John brushed his slightly disheveled hair, removed his T-shirt, and handed it to Joseph.

He had always wanted to flaunt himself since his body became more perfect and his muscles more pronounced. Today was his opportunity. The abundance of beauty was the primary cause. Those women would soon be blinded by him.

John's sleek muscles, especially the eight-pack abs, appeared to be glowing. People wanted to touch them.

"How did your figure change so much in the last few months? It's unreal! Your figure is so attractive that it makes people envious." Kurt said, eyes filled with jealousy.

"Haha..." John thought to himself how time travelers benefited from this. This was the protagonist's aura.

"Those little bitches are going to go crazy tonight. Who knows how many will get down on their knees for you," Kurt led John into the party with a wink and a punch.

Kenny and Joseph stood in a corner, ensuring they could always see John. In these situations, they should avoid interfering with their boss's desires.

Under the dreamlike lights, the pool water seemed to flow with vibrant hues. The bra and underwear, hardly conservative, shone with an alluring brilliance. The jazz music was rich, calming, and languid.

As soon as they arrived, everyone nearby took notice. A bikini waitress with a gorgeous form and a ribbon around her neck approached, holding a tray with two glasses of champagne.

John sipped from a glass of champagne to soothe his chapped lips. "The meat forest and wine pool! So talented at playing!" he whispered to himself.

John couldn't contain his excitement as he watched the beauties staring at him and blowing kisses. His popularity remained high, and any concerns he had vanished.

Next to the swimming pool, a long table was set up with various pastries, fruits, and beverages—a classic buffet of European and American fare.

"The team you found threw a good party, full of fashion sense," John said to Kurt, who sat next to him with a sultry grin.

"Haha, as long as you don't blame me for spending money recklessly, big boss," Kurt replied, looking at John's face with concern. Tens of thousands of dollars went into the party location, food, and beverages.

John gulped involuntarily as he saw the attractive women in twos and threes, their sexy bikinis creating ripples in their buttocks. "Look at these beauties, isn't it worth it?? Well, we still need to have a positive rapport with those movie studios."

John was passed by two bikini-clad beauties who swayed their waists. One traced John's arms with her fingers after giving him a sultry glance. John's pulse raced as he watched the attractive women playing and taunting.

Some of the men standing behind the dinner table were simply dressed in swimming trunks, holding glasses of champagne or red wine. They discussed things while standing together, occasionally glancing at busty beauties.

Several people approached them while they were admiring a half-covered E-cup beauty. Kurt introduced John to them, including the administration of multiple film firms. The bikini-clad beauty stood behind the crowd, grinning and waiting.

John knew their goal: the rights to adapt his books, especially "Dark Fairy Tale." Disney and Columbia wanted to sign it, but John was not that foolish. He knew to sell the rights separately.

Kurt exploited this party to force John forward, compelled by the two main film studios.

John grinned and promised to give it careful thought. Seeing the executives of the Legendary Film Company somewhat disillusioned, he imagined his close relationship with Nolan and "Inception."

"I think my new book, which I recently finished, will be available soon. 'Inception' tells the tale of dreams," John said, holding a wine glass. A group of people listened intently.

"While writing the book, I envisioned scenes where I had omnipotence. One idea caused a city to appear, and another caused it to vanish like a sandcastle."

The eyes of everyone in the room glowed as they listened to John's story. They all began to ask questions once they realized it was a classic science fiction film.

Kurt clapped his hands, glanced at the somewhat boisterous situation, and grinned, saying, "All right, everyone, we won't be discussing work tonight. Let's simply enjoy ourselves."

Despite his desire to speak with John, he could only nod in agreement after hearing the party host's remarks. The representatives of several film firms exchanged glances and showed suspicion of one another as they departed.

"Salim, our John is a powerful man who can fight well. Would you like to test it out tonight?" Kurt spoke to the older woman in a lighthearted, playful, and cautious manner.

"Giggle, dear, I remember you said I was yours this morning..." she said, licking her thumb with her fiery red lips in a highly suggestive gesture.

"A couple!" They began flirting in front of John, who noticed they appeared to be in love. It was truly awkward to speak.

Kurt clutched the woman's waist and grinned obscenely. "Where's John's gift? I informed John of the surprise."

"Haha, of course, I brought all my best friends, especially the two new faces, who will definitely satisfy John." Salim gave a beautiful lick to the corner of her mouth.

John could only give the woman a pathetic smile and a signal, and with their support, he made his way to a spot where five or six women were chatting.

John was instantly mesmerized by those women and thought his eyes were insufficient.

Salim introduced the women, and when they discovered that the visitor was John, the most well-known, gifted writer and billionaire, they all displayed odd looks.

John pulled Kurt down and said softly, "Are these all models?" while Salim was giggling and speaking softly to a few individuals.

"How about this? I told you it was a surprise. Are you happy with it?" Kurt added with a half-smile, subconsciously glancing at John's lower torso, which was still dressed in beach pants. "You can have as much fun as you like tonight."

John looked back at the women after coughing twice. He genuinely knew two of them. Naturally, in his former life, they had met on television. One was a little girl, and the other was Lisa Hamilton-Worley, the heroine who had changed into 3. Rebecca, Li Zi's ex-girlfriend, went on to become an Angel for Victoria's Secret.

However, John disliked Lisa's somewhat hard facial features and the fact that she was still extremely young. Although Rebecca appeared to be from Israel, he was still much more intrigued by her. She might be Jewish, but he wasn't sure.