America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 535 The True Face Under the Mask
The crew was based in the 16th arrondissement, and just after dark on the weekend, Martin, Mene and Ellen Page left the hotel in the same car.

Mene looked at Alan in surprise: "We're going to pick up girls!"

Allen, with his long hair tied into a bun and wearing a fitted black suit, said, "I'm going there to pick up girls, too."

"You?" Mene's eyes widened.

Allen nodded: "Who said women can't pick up girls?"

"What a waste! Shame on you!" Mene was getting used to it, so he spoke casually. He raised two fingers, feeling extremely sad: "You wasted two people at once!"

Allen deliberately said, "Which one do you like? Be careful or I'll snatch it from you."

Mene shook his head: "It's useless, you can't take it away."

He was extremely confident in this regard: "Not to mention you, even the boss can't snatch it away."

Alan looked at Martin in surprise: "Is he bragging?"

"No, he's not bragging." Martin can calmly accept that he is not as good as Mene: "I really can't snatch the target that Mene has his eyes on."

Alan couldn't figure it out and was very puzzled.

Bruce drove to the villa area on the west side of the Bois de Boulogne Park and approached a large villa with a courtyard.

Isabelle Huppert has been in the film industry for many years and has a substantial fortune.

The four people parked the car and came to the door of the villa. Several men in suits guarding the door looked at the invitation letter, took out four golden masks with exposed mouths, and motioned for them to put them on.

As the name suggests, a masked party is all about creating this mysterious atmosphere.

A man in a suit reminded: "Please don't take off your mask before leaving."

Martin put on the mask, but took off his suit jacket and threw it to Bruce. As he walked in, he unbuttoned a button of his shirt. The fitted white shirt highlighted his muscular figure, adding a bit of wildness to his original gentlemanly temperament.

In the courtyard, there were more than a dozen men and women, all wearing golden masks, so their true appearance could not be seen clearly.

Ellen Page spotted a petite woman in a red dress and said, "I'm going to go it alone."

Martin waved his hand and went into the villa hall with Mene.

There were about twenty or thirty people in the spacious hall. Most of the women were wearing fitted dresses, with masks covering their faces, but each of them had a good figure.

The men were some fat and some thin, and some of them looked quite old.

A woman in a suspender skirt walked by nearby, and Mene turned his eyes automatically and said, "Boss, I'm leaving too."

"Go ahead." Martin was still looking for his target.

Bruce followed Mene's gaze, saw the woman in the suspender skirt, and said, "Do you know her?"

Mene said: "I took a lot of photos of her exposing herself on the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival. I studied the location of her exposing herself carefully and I would never make a mistake."

He clapped his fist: "Sophie Marceau, that's her."

Martin heard it, too: "Good luck to you, old man."

Mene nodded and walked quickly over there.

Maybe this guy really has a special temperament that attracts older ladies. When Martin swept his eyes around the hall and turned to Mene again, he was already chatting enthusiastically with the lady in the suspender skirt.

There was a woman wearing a black and white floral dress next to him. She carefully looked at the faintly protruding muscle outline under Martin's shirt, walked over quickly and invited him, "Let's have a drink together."

The woman spoke French, and Martin could understand simple words.

A masked party is like opening a blind box. If you are not familiar with the other person, no one knows whose face is under the mask.

However, this kind of blind box is a two-way choice.

Martin smelled the woman's scent, Chanel No. 5 perfume.

Leonardo and Nicholson, those two bastards, are well versed in perfume. Women who like Chanel No. 5 tend to be older and more mature.

Martin politely declined: "Sorry, ma'am, I don't feel like drinking for the time being."

The mask covered her face, so it wouldn't be embarrassing. The woman didn't insist and went on to look for her next target.

Martin walked around the hall, and four or five women came up to him and said hello, but he politely rejected them all.

From the size of her chest and skin color, he could tell that it was not Eva Green, the first target of the night.

"Hey, man." Suddenly a man came over and greeted him: "Are you alone?"

Martin shook his head and walked away.

There really are all kinds of people at Isabelle Huppert's party.

Not finding the target in the hall, Martin simply went to the backyard. As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw many people looking towards the third floor, so he turned and looked there too.

On the third-floor balcony, a man and a woman were leaning against the railing, studying horse racing.

Because they were wearing the same golden masks, no one knew who they were.

The mask covers not only the face, but also the embarrassment and shame of the person.

While everyone was attracted by the two people on the balcony, Martin quickly scanned the room and then fixed his eyes on a woman who had just come out of the side door.

The person was about 1 meters tall, with long brown hair draped behind a golden mask, and a blue skirt that was propped up to a considerable height in front and back.

Martin walked over there and, based on his rich experience, judged from her fair and delicate skin that she was about twenty-five years old.

The woman's golden mask also turned towards Martin.

The mask concealed her expression, but Martin could tell from her movements that she seemed interested.

He recalled watching The Dreamers many times. Eva Green had brown hair, was about 1 meters tall, had a very impressive chest, and was about 7 or years old...

Martin took two glasses of wine from the tray carried by the waiter, walked over quickly and handed over a glass: "Can I buy you a drink?" The daughter reached out to take the wine, clinked her hands with Martin's, and took a sip.

According to the party rules, you can't ask for someone's name unless they agree to leave with you. Martin took a sip of his wine. He didn't speak French very well, so he asked, "Can you speak English?"

"Of course." The woman smiled and said, "Although I am French, I have practiced American English."

Suddenly, a strange cry was heard.

Martin and the woman turned their heads at the same time. On another balcony on the third floor, there was a girl in a red skirt with her hands on the railing, and a golden mask was faintly visible behind her.

Perhaps stimulated, the two people on the balcony next to them also started shouting.

Right on the balcony between the two, the third pair appeared.

The mask gives people great courage.

There were seats next to the backyard pool, and Martin gestured for them to come in: "Would you like to sit down and enjoy?"

The woman came over and naturally took his arm: "The party here is really unusual."

The two of them came to the swimming pool and found a seat for two to sit down. Martin stretched out his hand to test it, and seeing that the woman did not refuse, he put his arm around her shoulders, and together they watched the show and created an atmosphere.

The woman leaned on Martin, feeling his strong and powerful muscles, and suddenly reached out and touched his firm abdominal muscles.

Martin also made sure that the other side had no lining.

As for whether it is artificial or natural, he can tell it with his experience.

On the third floor opposite, there were three big plays with six actors, and the performances were very exciting.

People left the backyard one after another, and some entered the villa, probably going up to the second or third floor.

Some people even left the party directly.

After all, staying at the party means you can't take off the mask or ask who the other person is.

There might be a face of Goldberg on the fiery body.

Most people tacitly follow the rules.

Martin admired the show and praised: "Iris Huppert is worthy of being the first artistic goddess of France. The party she designed is very creative and full of artistic atmosphere."

The woman leaning on him was quite confident: "Perhaps in a dozen years, I will surpass Isabelle Huppert and become the number one actress in France."

Martin turned his head and could only see the confidence in the woman's eyes beneath the golden mask.

In such an artistic environment, the two looked into each other's eyes and leaned forward, wanting to kiss.

With a soft bang, the bulging noses of the two masks collided with each other.

This damn mask is so carefully designed that it's not easy to kiss.

Martin extended his hand and invited: "Shall we go somewhere else?"

The woman nodded slightly, pointed at the villa, and asked, "Go inside, or go to the balcony?"

Even though he was wearing a mask, Martin didn't want to be watched, so he said, "Why don't we go out and find a place?"

The woman did not refuse, she stood up with him and said as she walked out: "You really want to know who I am?"

Martin did not answer, but asked: "Don't you want to know who I am?"

The woman said, "I have some guesses, but guessing here is inappropriate. Everyone at this party tacitly abides by the rules."

Martin suddenly had an idea: "Why don't we write down our answers after we go out, and then we can take off our masks and see who guessed correctly?"

This game is very interesting. The woman said, "The one who guesses correctly takes the initiative?"

Martin is good at everything, up and down, front and back, left and right, an absolute all-around player, and said, "No problem."

The two left the backyard, walked through the front yard, came to the door, and walked out of the door hand in hand.

Martin saw Bruce getting into a car in the distance and preparing to drive over. He asked the security guard at the door for a pen and said, "Write the name on the palm of your hand?"

The woman took the pen, wrote a line of words on the palm of her left hand with the back of her left hand facing Martin, and then gave the pen to Martin.

Martin also wrote a name on the palm of his left hand.

The pen was returned and after a short wait, Bruce drove a black sedan and stopped on the side of the road.

Martin opened the car door: "Get in."

The two got into the car one after another, and Bruce raised the fender to separate the front and back seats.

Martin smiled and said, "The game begins."

The woman closed her eyes and put her hands together to pray: "I hope I am not wrong, and I hope my dream will come true."

She opened her eyes. "Ladies first, gentleman, please take off your mask."

Martin untied the mask and took it off.

The moment the woman saw Martin's face clearly, with the part of his mouth and nose not covered by the mask, she smiled brightly: "It's you, Huppert wasn't exaggerating, she really invited Martin Davis to the masked party!"

She turned over her palm and saw Martin's name written on it.

Martin pretended to be helpless: "I can be seen through so easily."

"Now my answer will be revealed!" The woman took off the mask.

Martin found the face that appeared familiar, but he couldn't remember its name for a moment. But it was definitely not Eva Green.

"Don't you know me?" The woman has a good figure, and now she is straightening her chest and waist: "I am Léa Seydoux, an actress."

(End of this chapter)