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Chapter 96 Rising to Fame (10K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

"A fraud?" Daphne exclaimed in surprise.

When it came to Spencer's expertise, he said with great confidence, "Medical knowledge is very complex, so I won't explain it to you. Simply put, every time a needle is inserted into the body to remove fat, it will cause damage to the capillaries, so a lot of bruising is unavoidable. It takes the body 5 to 7 days to absorb the bruising, which is the physiological limit."

"If you want to shorten it to 3 days, don't be fooled by the fact that it's only 2 days shorter. That means the amount of bleeding caused by the surgeon is only 1/10 of mine. Absolutely impossible! Even Austin's precise technique can't do that. That liar is definitely lying to you."

"Is he a fraud?" Spencer asked with such certainty that Daphne hesitated.

"Of course!" Spencer smiled confidently. "Daphne, what's that fraudulent doctor's name?"

Daphne thought for a moment and said, "Daniel is also a doctor at your New York hospital's Queens branch. How skilled is Daniel?"

"Daniel?" Spencer almost burst out laughing. "A resident at our college hospital. His skill level, how should I put it? Let's just say, I've been in this line of work for 18 years..."

"Daniel is still a resident physician, having worked there for only five years, and just received his independent surgery qualification last year."

Spencer shook his head.

He did dislike Daniel, but he never expected Daniel to be a fraud.

They even dare to say something like "recovery in 3 days".

That's practically suicide!

Daniel had no idea how difficult these women could be if they were disappointed.

He wouldn't warn Daniel; that would only save Daniel from trouble.

Spencer will pretend not to know and let Daniel keep bragging and deceiving him, and he will soon be in big trouble!

Daphne wavered.

In terms of reputation, age, and price, Spencer is the better choice.

She had some doubts that Nakia had actually done it three or four days ago.

Perhaps her family is experiencing financial difficulties and can only choose the cheaper option?

Is that why she said that in order to save face in front of her best friend?

This kind of thing is very common in their circle.

Some people may appear to be very wealthy, but their families may have been struggling financially for a long time.

Just a week ago, she was attending high-end events, looking glamorous.

A week later, the place exploded, he went bankrupt instantly, lost his property, became a homeless person, and lived on the streets.

Daphne hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to trust Spencer: "Okay."

Upon hearing Daphne's agreement, Spencer immediately said, "How about this? I'll postpone the other surgeries and have it done tomorrow. You can have a follow-up appointment next Friday, so you'll definitely be able to go on vacation. If you don't recover within 10 days, I'll give you a full refund!"

To prevent losing Daphne, an important client, Spencer had no choice but to adjust the appointment and take a gamble: "Can I really make it?"

"I'm 99% sure!"

Daphne hesitated for a moment, but still paid the deposit in advance.

The surgery was naturally scheduled to take place at the private aesthetic clinic that Spencer was collaborating with.

The surgery began quickly, and Daphne's anxiety subsided. She sent a message to her group of girlfriends: "It's settled. Spencer will do it for me tomorrow, and I'll be back in a week."

A group of seemingly superficial friends offered their congratulations.

"Wow, darling, you're so brave!"

Looking forward to seeing your new figure!

"I'll post photos later!"

"Dr. Spencer is really great; he did it for a friend of mine."

Nakia also commented, "Okay, once you're done, we'll see which doctor is better."

Talia cautiously sent a message: "Daphne, how much should we ask Spencer for?"

"45,000 US dollars," Daphne said proudly.

45000! That's too expensive. Talia thought to herself, filled with envy.

That's $45,000! Just to lose weight early, these Wall Street bastards are really rich.

Talia was tempted and was considering whether to poach Karl from her.

Being an actress, especially a small-time actress like her, is very difficult before she becomes famous; she might have income one day and no income the next.

Moreover, their spending is enormous; they have to wear new cosmetics every time they go out, and they can't wear the same clothes as before.

If I become famous, those photos will become a black history.

If her agent helps her find an opportunity to walk the red carpet, she will have to spend a fortune renting a haute couture gown.

Those damn luxury brands, renting them for a day costs at least $2000!

She had to be very careful not to bump into it, otherwise she couldn't afford to pay for the evening gowns that cost seventy or eighty thousand dollars. Even a small hole in one of them could keep her washing dishes in a restaurant for two years!

In fact, if it weren't for her parents' financial support at the very beginning, she wouldn't have been able to persevere until now.

In reality, her parents did not support her pursuing this path. Parents in the entertainment industry know that the seemingly glamorous entertainment circle is actually a bottomless abyss that devours young men and women.

But Talia really enjoys life in the spotlight!

Talia recalled her miserable days before she made the movie, living in a leaky house, with a sleazy man next door who often peeked through the window.

The house smelled musty, the heating was ineffective in winter, and it was easy to catch a cold while sleeping in the room.

When you're sick, you can only take some painkillers and tough it out.

I absolutely refuse to let this happen!

I never want to go back to that damn restaurant to wash dishes again!

I want to be famous!

However, Spencer's price was far beyond her means.

She counted repeatedly on her fingers.

In the coming year, she will have no more than $2 available to her, otherwise she will have to borrow money again.

In fact, she had already taken out a lot of loans.

If she doesn't get a decent film offer, she simply can't imagine how she'll survive next year.

Does he have to go home, bow down to his parents, and leave the entertainment industry?

She thought of those glamorous female stars in movies again. I'm even prettier than them, so why can't I be famous!

I want to be a big star too!

Talia gritted her teeth.

Nakia's family is so well-off, yet she still seeks out Dr. Daniel.

It should be reliable.

While struggling with her dilemma, Talia tried to convince herself otherwise.

If Daphne hadn't chosen Spencer, she would have focused on finding Daniel.

Now that Daphne has found a better doctor, she's a little resentful. Why can't I use the best one?

Talia took out her phone and sent a message to Catherine: "Can I get a refund?"

Catherine quickly replied: "The deposit is non-refundable. Daniel is a very professional cosmetic surgeon; you can completely trust her!"

There's nothing we can do about that.

Talia had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue.

Catherine's lips curled into a slight smile. This girl would become a client, and a minor celebrity at that.

Actually, Talia's arrival surprised her greatly; it wasn't Daniel who contacted her, but rather through word of mouth among her friends.

The girls have no idea how difficult the surgery is.

However, the girls noticed every slight improvement in their best friend's figure after the surgery.

Therefore, Talia is extremely important to Catherine.

She is the key to unlocking a market!

The night was deep, at OCME.

After a long night of work, Richard pushed "Flesh and Bone" to 91%.

The forensic doctors have all gone to rest.

Richard caressed the withered resentment.

Swish!

All the death energy in the entire OCME building was swallowed up by the ring.

The ring felt slightly warm, then returned to normal without any change.

Richard was somewhat disappointed.

The number of souls required for the ring far exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that with the number of corpses in 0CME, he should be able to reach level 2 at least, but it turned out to be far from enough.

Is it really that hard to upgrade magical items?

Or is it that the souls of humanity on Earth are too weak? Or of too poor quality?

It seems the only option is to try going to Hart Island when I have the chance.

the next day.

Spencer personally wheeled Daphne into the operating room.

Daphne lay on the operating table, slightly nervous: "I'll definitely recover within 10 days, right?"

"Don't worry," Spencer said confidently.

The anesthesiologist stepped forward and said with a gentle smile, "You'll be fine after a nap. Spencer is a very professional doctor!"

Daphne fell into a coma amidst her anxiety.

The surgery went smoothly; the thousands of procedures had already created muscle memory.

To speed up her recovery, Spencer made some compromises on the details, removing less fat for a faster recovery, but still enough for her to fit into that beautiful bikini.

He understood Daphne's mindset perfectly; her sole purpose was to win over that Wall Street executive named Carl.

For Daphne, her body was her means of reproduction, and she could not tolerate any mistakes.

Unfortunately, Daphne was destined to be disappointed.

The shrewd people on Wall Street would never easily enter into marriage.

Carl was very demanding of women. Daphne had to meet his requirements in every way: she had to be beautiful, fun-loving, and presentable in public.

Being a perfect girlfriend isn't easy.

Carl always found a reason to abandon it after he had had his fill of playing with it.

However, before this, Daphne remained a valued customer. Spencer took a breath: "OK, all set. Normally there shouldn't be any problems. Ten days should be enough."

He'd had this kind of surgery many times, so there might be some minor unevenness, but there weren't any problems. He should recover in 10 days. Daphne, fully awake two hours later, looked at her body and asked worriedly, "How is it?"

"The surgery went very smoothly," Spencer said confidently. "In seven days, or at most ten days, you'll be able to wear that beautiful bikini with your perfect figure."

Daphne's mood brightened: "Thank you, Dr. Spencer."

She felt that this choice was definitely the right one.

Regardless, the price is what it is, and the more expensive the better—that's a view she's always believed.

She took out her phone and snapped a few selfies: "Finally finished! Looking forward to recovering. Thank you, Dr. Spencer!"

She carefully composed the shot and captured the environment of the ward.

Luxurious suites, high-end equipment, exquisite decoration, and lush green grass outside the window.

Every detail exudes luxury; it's clearly a high-end cosmetic surgery clinic.

A group of girlfriends naturally gave it a lot of likes, but no one knows what they were really thinking.

Talia also gave it a thumbs up, but her mood grew increasingly heavy.

Compared to Daphne's hospital room, she was reminded of Katrina's clinic, which exuded an air of poverty and shabbyness.

If a hospital can't even do proper renovations, what kind of good doctors can it hire?

Damn it, could it be that Nakia's family has really fallen on hard times?

But there was no other way; the deposit was non-refundable, so Talia had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ahead with it.

Anyway, the chances of getting the "Shadow Tide" project are slim, so let's do it.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate. If that doesn't work, then there's really nothing you can do.

Talia tried to comfort herself.

The next day, she walked into the Upper East Side branch of the Katerina Aesthetic Clinic with a heavy heart.

Daniel was always amazed every time he watched Richard perform surgery.

Richard had no professional training and his technique was not perfect, but he was incredibly fast and accurate.

After several surgeries, Richard's skills seemed to have improved further; he could now perform surgeries with almost no bleeding!

Outrageous!

Richard's blood loss from a full-body liposuction procedure was probably only one-twentieth of Daniel's.

This is terrifying!

Daniel was increasingly shocked; he was definitely not the top doctor.

But even Spencer could only bleed about one-fifth less than him.

Spencer is already among the very top few.

Before meeting Richard, he always believed that capillaries could only be avoided through experience, and that the differences between people were not too great.

However, Richard used a method that Richard could not understand at all to minimize the bleeding.

The lower the amount of bleeding, the shorter the blood contact time, and the faster the recovery time.

The obvious effects will spread by word of mouth among women.

For example, this third-tier celebrity named Talia was recruited by her best friend based on her positive experience.

Daniel whispered, "Talia has an audition in 10 days."

Richard continued operating the system without looking up, while casually stealing some [fresh flesh and blood]: "Don't worry, she can go dancing in 4 days."

After undergoing multiple liposuction surgeries, Richard extracted fresh flesh and blood from different women.

These fresh pieces of flesh and blood from different people's bodies seem to be completely indistinguishable, even from fresh pieces of flesh and blood extracted from animals.

Richard gradually understood.

【Fresh flesh and blood】is not flesh and blood as he understands it; it is probably some kind of magical material refined from the flesh and blood of living animals, or the essential quality of life.

That's quite an interesting discovery.

Daniel reiterated, "She's a minor celebrity, and she's a great opportunity for us to move upmarket."

Richard understood.

Celebrities are the group they most want to penetrate: they're willing to spend money, extremely private, and high-end.

"Don't worry." Richard put in a little more effort.

But whether he puts his heart into it or not doesn't really matter, because his surgical ability isn't purely physical; it mainly relies on the supernatural power of "flesh and blood control."

If it were someone else, even if they used the same force and inserted the needle in the same spot, the amount of bleeding would be far greater than his.

In less than an hour, Richard completed all the operations smoothly.

Claire and Daniel took on the remaining chores willingly, feeling it was only natural for them.

Doctors are a profession that reveres technology.

Richard possesses exceptional skills.

Daniel feels like he's going crazy with work lately.

His time is very tight; he goes to the cell lab at least twice a week to follow up on skin anti-aging projects.

Although most of the work was done by Edgar and Clyne, he also had to do his part.

Everyone in the project needs to make their own contribution.

Daniel handled all the paperwork, procedures, and contacting the companies or hospitals conducting the experiments.

Otherwise, even a second work wouldn't be given to him so easily.

Of course, Richard was an exception; he didn't need to do any work at all.

No one objected; this is the treatment that academic successors deserve.

Moreover, Richard was only in high school, and no one expected him to play any role in the project.

In addition to working in the laboratory, Daniel also has to work at a public hospital and try to contact wealthy women or celebrities to open up the market.

He got such a high percentage; it's not something you can get just by providing a license.

If it were that simple, there would be plenty of people willing to provide licenses.

His biggest contribution is attracting customers. If he can't attract high-end customers in the long run, it's hard to guarantee that Richard won't kick him out.

The first little star, Talia, was attracted by Richard's surgical results, which already made Daniel very worried.

Finally, he had to go to work at Katrina's clinic.

early morning.

"Too busy!" Daniel slumped in his chair, feeling like he was about to collapse.

He slumped in his office chair, staring blankly ahead; his mind was no longer working.

I don't know what happened last night, but more than a dozen people with external injuries were brought in to the emergency room overnight.

Daniel worked tirelessly all night, from 8 p.m. until 5 a.m., before he finally finished.

At that moment, a group of doctors walked in.

Department head Wesley Ramsey glanced at Daniel, who immediately stood up.

"Dr. Ramsey!"

"Daniel! I heard you're doing well with your part-time job?"

Daniel smiled awkwardly. He didn't know why, but after only having 7 liposuction procedures done at the Katrina Aesthetic Clinic, his reputation had already reached the ears of the department head!

Then he saw Spencer glance at him from behind, and Daniel immediately understood.

It's that bastard again!

He must have told Wesley about his part-time job at Katrina.

Wesley said directly, "There's a circumferential liposuction procedure under general anesthesia on Friday. You'll do it, and I'll see your technique."

Daniel's smile froze.

As soon as Wesley and the others left, Daniel started pacing anxiously.

It's definitely not possible to have surgery; if we do, the tumor will definitely become visible!

He doesn't have that ability!

Richard performed all those surgeries!

What should I do?

At that point, I'll have to pretend to be sick.

But this isn't a good solution.

You can fake illness once or twice, but you definitely can't keep refusing surgery.

If surgery doesn't work, your poor surgical skills will be exposed.

Daniel didn't actually think he was bad, but compared to Richard, he felt like a pig trying to embroider a needle.

Being ridiculed is one thing, but if the results of the surgery become known, he will face serious scrutiny.

Why are the results so poor when you get treatment at a hospital, but so good when you get treatment at a private hospital?

Then there are only two possibilities.

One possibility is that you are hiding your true abilities. This is related to professional ethics, which is neither particularly important nor particularly important. In crucial moments, it can really be a disaster.

Another possibility is that the liposuction surgery at the Katrina clinic was not performed by him at all!

That would make the problem even more serious.

You didn't perform the surgery, so why is your name on the bill?

There must be some irregularities involved!

Others might not suspect that the surgery was performed by a high school student, but most would guess that it was a plastic surgeon whose license had been revoked who secretly performed the surgery under Daniel's name.

This will cause even bigger trouble!

Daniel immediately picked up his phone and called Richard: "Brother, help!"

Richard's lips twitched: "Speak properly."

Daniel quickly described the situation.

"...I can't keep faking illness, can I?"

Richard thought for a moment and said, "Simple. Go find the customer who wants liposuction and tell her you'll perform the surgery, but she has to come to the Katerina Clinic. If she doesn't agree, then you don't have to do it. If she agrees, then bring her over and make some money."

"Next time your director makes another referral, you should bring in more people. After a while, your director will think you're profiting off his patients and won't let you perform surgeries anymore."

Daniel was shocked: "You can actually do that?! Won't we get yelled at?"

"So what if you get scolded? Does it stop you from making money? Aren't there many plastic surgeons in your hospital who do side jobs?"

Why can they do it, but you can't?

"Ah, what you said makes so much sense." Daniel finally realized.

That's definitely a good idea!

Although it might offend Wesley a bit, as long as he flatters him properly afterward, it can be smoothed over!

Licking people is my specialty! Daniel acted immediately, going to find the female patient right then and there.

A dozen minutes later, the female patient canceled her appointment and went to the Katrina Clinic to register.

Everyone likes cheap things.

Since it's all Daniel's job anyway, it doesn't matter where he does it.

Upon seeing the notification, Wesley's face darkened: "That Daniel guy, he actually lured the customers away? He's hogging all the customers!"

Several senior doctors remained silent; this was something everyone did, let alone the eldest brother.

Who doesn't do side jobs on the side?

Wesley realized he hadn't said anything appropriate, so he kept quiet.

After that, the matter of Yun Ge having Daniel perform surgery was never mentioned again; it was like throwing good money after bad!

On the fourth day after her surgery, Daphne posted a picture showing her recovery: "Thank you, Dr. Spencer, recovery is going well."

The skin is still red and swollen, but it is clearly getting better.

A group of girlfriends liked it.

Spencer also gave it a thumbs up, brimming with confidence.

Talia stared blankly at the mirror. The bandages and shapewear on her body were still on, and she had no idea how well she was recovering.

However, the skin seems to feel quite nice?

This was too fast, making her a little suspicious.

After seeing Daphne's post, Talia silently turned off her phone.

"That bitch!" she cursed inwardly.

Why did Daphne post pictures today?

It's simply a reminder to yourself: three days have passed, have you recovered yet? Didn't you find a doctor who claims recovery takes three days?

What true best friend is there?

It's nothing more than a bunch of backstabbing, sycophantic bitches.

Talia is lying in bed, wasting her time out of boredom, isn't she?

Just then, Vincent, the agent, called: "Hey, Talia, you're in luck!"

"What?" Talia was startled.

"Here comes Jefferson Hill in 4 hours! Marvel Stanton, the producer of Shadow Tides, will be there. Your chance has arrived!"

Talia was a little stunned: "Director Stanton? What use would I be at the banquet? They've already decided on the lead actress."

Everyone knows that the lead actress for "Tides of Shadows" is almost a done deal, and it's none other than the recently rising black actress, Tracy.

Tracy perfectly embodies the current Hollywood trend of adoring Black people. Thanks to her skin color advantage, her career has been very smooth, and she starred in three movies in just three or four years.

She was lucky; every film she made made money. Finally, she landed a role in this blockbuster with a budget of over 5000 million, officially stepping into the ranks of top-tier stars.

"Tracy's doomed!" Vincent exclaimed immediately.

Talia exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? What's going on?!"

Vincent, unable to contain his excitement, whispered, "Today, Trish was filming on another set, and the shoot was going terribly. After the director went through ten takes, Trish couldn't take it anymore, yelled at the director, calling him a 'little mustache,' and was fired on the spot! The news hasn't completely spread yet. Your chance has arrived!"

"You insulted the director's mustache!" Talia exclaimed incredulously.

In America, especially in Hollywood, this is absolutely taboo!

No one dared to provoke that race.

Trish is dead!

Vincent said quickly, "Stanton is going to a dinner at Jefferson Hill tonight, and he's flying to Hollywood tomorrow to deal with that mess! Tonight is your best chance!"

Talia screamed in delight.

Then, she suddenly realized that she had just had liposuction!

Still in the recovery period!

I still haven't taken off the shapewear, and it still feels a little painful to the touch.

What should we do?

"But..."

"No buts! Wear your prettiest clothes and put on your most alluring makeup! I need to see you at Jefferson Hills within four hours, no matter what. I spent a fortune to get this invitation, you absolutely can't mess it up! Talia, remember, this is the biggest and last chance of your life. If you can't pull this off, you can go back to washing dishes at your damn East University restaurant!"

Snapped!

The phone hangs up.

"Ah! I'm finished!" Talia cried out in despair as she fell from the mountain peak into the valley.

But since things had come to this, even with her injuries, she had to go to Jefferson Hills!

This is her only chance to change her life!

Talia rushed into Katarina's clinic as fast as she could.

Catherine asked in confusion, "Why are you here now? Didn't you say the day after tomorrow?"

"I need to be at Jefferson Hills in four hours... no, there are only three and a half hours left! I need to see the producer!"

Talia wore oversized sunglasses and a hat to cover her downy hair, and loose sportswear that concealed her shapewear underneath.

Only when you get close can you see that her expression is somewhere between fear and despair, and she is very uneasy.

"I know it's impossible, but I want to see what my skin looks like. At least, can I take this damn shapewear off?"

Perhaps I could choose a form-fitting evening gown to cover the scars.

Catherine hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, come in."

She picked up her phone and called Richard: "Talia has to see the producer in three and a half hours, can we cancel?"

Richard calmly said, "No problem, go ahead and remove it. It might still feel swollen and painful to the touch, but she should be willing to endure it."

To be on the safe side, the original plan was for a recovery period of 4-5 days.

It's only been three days, almost 48 hours have passed, how much recovery can she expect? Catherine had no idea, but since Richard was so confident, she felt the situation couldn't be too bad.

She led Talia into the room.

Turn on the lights and draw the curtains.

"Lie down."

Talia leaned nervously over the control panel, her voice pleading, "I only have one hour. Please, just get this done quickly for me. I need to try on an evening gown; my agent is already picking one out for me."

She never expected that such an opportunity would suddenly appear.

If she had known this would happen, she would never have had liposuction.

"Don't worry." Catherine began to remove the shapewear, layer by layer: cotton padding, elastic bands, and adhesive tape.

As the last layer opened, Catherine's hand stopped.

"What's going on?" Talia asked anxiously, unable to see what was happening behind her.

"No problem, very good." Catherine repeated involuntarily, "Very good."

Talia's voice trembled: "Is it really that good? You're not lying to me, are you?"

"It's really great." Catherine took a picture with her phone.

The photo included both Talia's face and her back.

"look."

"Oh my god!" Talia cried tears of joy after just one glance.

There are some red marks on the skin on my back, which are from the shapewear.

The needle marks on my skin have completely disappeared!

Normally, the third to fourth day after surgery is the peak period of swelling, when the bruising changes from dark purple to yellowish-green, and the incision will be very noticeable.

Then comes a slow recovery period that can last from five days to a week.

This timeframe is part of the normal physiological recovery cycle for humans and has nothing to do with the skill level of the surgery.

However, Richard defied the laws of human physiology!

As expected of my lord! Catherine peeled off all the shapewear layer by layer.

The incision was a very light pink line, with no scabs or inflammation.

It's as if the surgery never happened; the skin was scratched by something sharp, not too serious, and not even visible from a distance.

Talia walked to the mirror and looked at her abdomen, arms, and thighs with surprise. The skin on every part was very smooth, and there were no surgical scars at all.

The curves of her waist and abdomen on both sides were so even that they looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

"Has modern liposuction technology evolved to this extent?! This is amazing! Daniel is the best doctor I've ever met!" Talia rambled on, like a prisoner rescued from the death row.

"How many doctors have you seen in your life?" Catherine thought to herself, "and your surgery wasn't even performed by Daniel."

However, she didn't say anything.

Catherine gently pressed on the surgical area.

On the fourth day, when pressure is applied, the patient will gasp in pain.

But Talia didn't seem to feel anything special.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, maybe a little." Talia was too nervous.

Catherine applied a little pressure, and this level of pressure caused noticeable pain and even a feeling of resistance from the tissue.

If there is a lump, you can feel fluid flowing inside.

Now, none of them exist.

Catherine carefully pressed several areas, and the results were roughly the same for each location.

"The subcutaneous tissue has recovered very well, is very elastic, and there are no postoperative adhesions, no residual bruising, no fibrosis or induration."

"A perfect surgery! You've hit the jackpot!" Catherine laughed. "Worth at least $5."

"$5? Impossible! $5 could never do that!" Talia praised without reservation.

She knew that Daphne had her surgery a day earlier than her. She didn't know how well Daphne was recovering, but she was sure she wasn't as well as she was!

That Spencer really ripped Daphne off $45000!

Talia simply put on a hospital gown and began to do some basic exercise tests.

Bending over, lateral bending, rotating, and high leg raises—the range of motion in every direction far exceeded that of the fourth day after surgery.

Because we might have to dance later.

"That's too much movement," Catherine frowned. "You only had surgery three days ago. Doing this is very dangerous; the wound might reopen. Just because the outside has healed doesn't mean the inside has fully healed."

Talia declared resolutely, "I have to give it my all!"

"Alright." Catherine lowered her hands. "From what I can see, unless you're a professional, there's practically no way to tell you've had surgery. Go ahead, take these medications home."

"Thank you! Thank you! Daniel is the best! I'll introduce Daniel to his sisters!" Talia's eyes were almost red with excitement. She put on her clothes, grabbed the medicine, and rushed out.

Nothing is more important than tonight's dinner!

This will determine her life!

At 8 p.m. sharp, Talia, dressed in a dark blue low-back dress, appeared at Jefferson Hill House right on time.

Vincent had studied Stanton's preferences when casting actresses and had the makeup artist give her a glamorous look that should suit Stanton's taste.

With every step Talia took, her skin protested; after all, it had only been three days, and she still felt a slight swelling and pain.

She often looked down at her skin, and thankfully, there were no visible marks.

Pain is nothing; pain is bearable.

If it really works, tonight will be a painful and crazy night.

Marvel Stanton is a top producer at Columbia Pictures and a big shot at the top of Hollywood.

The films he produced have grossed a total of $70 billion, with three films grossing over $15 billion, making him a true talent.

Countless handsome men and beautiful women have risen to fame under his guidance; he is a top-notch star-making machine.

Therefore, as soon as the news broke that Marvel Stanton was involved in producing "Shadow Tides," countless A-list, B-list, and B-list stars flocked to him.

When he was in Los Angeles, whenever he appeared in public, a dozen or twenty agents would surround him with their entourage.

"Those damn idiots have been surrounding me the whole time," Marvel complained.

A short, stout man with a large belly, wearing a strange black and white checkered suit, chuckled and said, "Come on, Marvel, you're just showing off to me!"

David Hart, a top 200 Forbes executive, has extensive experience in media, entertainment, and sports.

The owner of the New York Post and other media outlets and websites has controlled New York public opinion for decades and has a huge influence in the national gossip and celebrity scandal industry.

With the advent of the internet age, his media empire began to show signs of instability.

David Hart has a wide range of interests. He is also a seasoned top Hollywood player, owning a large number of shares in the Big Six Hollywood studios. He has been investing in movies and is also a major investor in "Shadow Tides".

In addition, David Hart has ventured into the sports industry, owning a Super Bowl team and shares in several sporting goods brands, and has close ties with several Wall Street tycoons.

Regardless, he is still at the height of his career.

"Women are all the same, including those damn big stars. I'm way past the age of sleeping with actresses," Marvel said in a low voice.

"Are you too old? Even a big star can't help you stand up anymore?"

"Fk, David!"

As they talked, they chuckled.

So-called big stars, idols of countless people, are nothing more than playthings in the eyes of producers and big capital.

While casting is important for a film, many decorative roles don't require much acting skill.

Choosing A is fine, choosing B is fine, so why choose you?

Don't tell me it's because you've been working hard.

Oh, discussing the scene in the director's and producer's room is indeed an effort.

After making the joke, Marvel cursed with a gloomy face, "Tracy is a stupid bitch."

David Hart remained silent, only smiling at him: "Simply getting her down isn't enough; I need to nail her to the ground."

"OK." Marvel sighed.

David Hart was a major investor in Shadow Tides and was also of that race.

Tracy said that the "little mustache" thing is serious in some ways and not serious in others, depending on how that race views it. Right now, it seems that David is very angry, and Tracy is doomed.

Marvel appeared angry, but inwardly he was overjoyed.

As a top-notch producer, how could he not see that Tracy was completely unsuitable for the female lead role?

The script clearly states that the character is a beautiful white woman from the Russian bears; even if she doesn't resemble a damn Slav, she must at least be white!

But Trish is a black MF (Male Familiar) who looks like a flounder!

Choosing this kind of female lead is simply a blatant violation of the audience's eyes!

However, he dared not say these things in public. LM was still going strong, and he could only complain to himself.

Damn ZZZQ!

Damn LGBT!

Damn BLM!

He had a feeling that the casting of this movie was a harbinger of disaster, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Now... things have taken a turn for the better!

awesome!

Trish, well done!

David smiled and said, "Tracy's behavior is intolerable."

Marvel said sincerely, "I am very sorry about this; it's a terrible disaster. The crew has already suppressed the news, and Director West is very angry, but thankfully he hasn't lost his temper. The news is still confined to the crew, and we can control it."

"Come on. It's all over Hollywood. Tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, the news will break. I can't suppress it for long." David Hart said impatiently, his voice sharp as he whispered in Marvel's ear, "Listen, kill that bitch Trish. I want her dead!"

Marvel immediately pledged his loyalty: "No problem, I know what to do."

David Hart removed the cigar from his mouth and said menacingly, "Cancel all her film contracts, expose all her dirty laundry on set, analyze every single second of her past filming experiences under a magnifying glass, critique every frame of her previous movies, and bring up every inappropriate thing she's said. If you don't have any, use video footage. You can do it! In short, I want her dead. This is taboo. No one can mention taboos and get away with it, otherwise, taboos wouldn't be taboos anymore!"

Marvel nodded: "David, I understand."

Just then, a bowing and scraping agent walked over with a radiant beauty.

David Hart picked up his cigar again and resumed his jovial demeanor.

Marvel didn't get up; he sat on the sofa and watched the two of them.

Vincent's heart was pounding in his throat.

Marvell, the award-winning producer.

Audiences outside the industry believe that big directors and big stars are the center of the film crew, but in reality, the center of Hollywood has always been the producers.

Hollywood is a producer-centric system. From casting to editing to marketing, producers wield immense power, encompassing almost everything.

Vincent lowered his head and said meekly, "Mr. Stanton, this is Talia."

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