Model to Holywood

After putting on a bit of a show, Luca casually wandered around the exhibition hall.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a familiar figure at one of the displays—Miranda Kerr.

She was wearing a long white dress, her wavy hair cascading down and revealing her fair shoulders. Among the crowd, she stood out elegantly.

And she wasn't alone.

Beside her stood another familiar face, the young and handsome Orlando Bloom—her future husband.

The two stood side by side, enjoying the fashion displays in the window, chatting happily.

Luca raised an eyebrow. So these two had still crossed paths. Should he break them up?

Orlando was a British actor who rose to fame in 2001 by playing the elf archer Legolas in *The Lord of the Rings.* He quickly rose to prominence, becoming the new teen idol.

Orlando was somewhat like a low-budget Leonardo DiCaprio.

Compared to Leo, Orlando's abilities and resources were much less impressive. He often played second leads in movies. Even when he finally got the lead role in *Kingdom of Heaven,* the movie flopped at the box office, and he never quite made it to the A-list.

Still, his popularity remained high. In the future, the *Pirates of the Caribbean* series would become a huge hit, boosting his fame even more. His relationship with Miranda would also help her rise quickly to become a supermodel.

Now, Miranda had already joined IMG and was on her way to becoming a top-tier model. Would they still walk the same path?

"Hey, Luca!"

Lost in thought, Luca was suddenly snapped back to reality when Miranda called out to him. She said goodbye to Orlando and, with the hem of her dress fluttering, walked toward Luca.

"Wow, Miss Kerr, you look stunning tonight!"

Luca clapped his hands, praising her in a theatrical voice.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Luca Kelly!"

Miranda gracefully held her dress and curtsied like a lady, lifting her head with a radiant smile. Her dimples were as sweet as honey.

"Miranda, who's this?" 

Orlando Bloom followed her, standing by her side as he asked.

Miranda blinked, "Orlando, this is Luca, Super Luca. Do you know him?"

"Oh, you're the model Luca? Nice to meet you, Luca."

Orlando said indifferently.

"Hello, Mr. Bloom."

When handsome guys meet, it's especially awkward, and their tones were both rather cold.

"Miranda, shall we move on to the next display?" 

Orlando asked with a charming smile, extending his hand.

Miranda blinked again, looking at Orlando and then at Luca. Standing between two handsome men made her a bit dizzy.

"Sorry, Orlando, I need to talk to Luca about something. I can't accompany you to the exhibition," Miranda said tactfully.

"Alright, Miranda, I won't disturb you two then."

Orlando walked away with a sullen face.

"What's up, Miranda?" 

Luca asked curiously.

"Can't I just come over to chat?" 

Miranda replied with a slight smile.

"Of course you can, but you just turned down the elf prince just to chat with me?"

"Why not? We're friends, aren't we?" 

Miranda smiled sweetly, then shrugged, "Alright, recently I've had some trouble, and I couldn't find anyone else, so I had to ask you for help."

"Oh, what kind of trouble?"

"I've been stalked," Miranda said, frowning delicately as she began to explain.

Since last week, sometimes when she went home at night, she felt like someone was following her from the parking lot to her apartment. Sometimes, when she stood by the window, she also had the feeling of being watched, which was troubling her greatly.

"Luca, I don't have any evidence, so I can't call the police. I could only ask you for help."

Miranda sighed softly.

Luca nodded, "No problem. I'll take you home after the party tonight, and we'll figure out how to deal with it. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great!" 

Miranda smiled, wrapping her arm around his, "In return, I'll accompany you to the fashion show."

"That's considered a reward?" 

"Haha, then what kind of reward do you want?" 

"Alright, watching the fashion show with you is good enough."

Luca smirked and was about to accompany Miranda around.

"Ahem."

Suddenly, there was a cough from nearby. A stern-faced woman walked over and said flatly, "Miranda, I told you to stay away from him, but you just wouldn't listen."

Miranda immediately let go.

"Nina, I haven't done anything wrong lately, right? Why are you treating me like this?" 

Luca asked, dissatisfied.

"You know very well if you've done anything wrong. You're nothing but trouble, and getting too close to you is no good."

Nina snorted coldly, glancing at the laughing Miranda. "Let's go. Prada's designer, Michelle, has arrived. We should go say hello."

"Nina, can I go with you?" 

Luca joked.

"What do you think?" 

Nina replied flatly.

"Alright, alright. Have fun!" 

Luca shrugged, looking around, trying to find a restroom. He had drunk too much water earlier.

"Hey, Luca, what are you doing here?" 

Before he could move, another beautiful woman approached.

Jennifer Aniston was wearing a tailored blazer and a long pencil skirt, looking like a professional woman—sharp and chic.

"Miss Aniston, it's great to see you again!" 

Luca greeted her, holding back his urge to use the bathroom.

"Call me Jen. I wanted to talk to you about something... Hey, what happened to your face?" 

Jennifer asked in surprise.

"Uh, nothing." 

Luca scratched his handsome face, "I accidentally hit a prop while filming yesterday."

"Really?" 

Jennifer looked closely at his face, a playful smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "But these marks look like someone punched you. And judging by how delicate they are, it must have been a girl. Right?"

Jennifer seemed quite interested in this, leaning closer with a grin. "Was it your girlfriend who hit you? Or did you mess around with some girl and get caught by her boyfriend?"

"No!" 

Luca quickly interrupted, spreading his hands. "Alright, I'll confess."

"Uh-huh." 

Jennifer folded her arms, a look of anticipation on her face.

Luca shrugged, "My sister hit me."

"Your sister? Kate? The supermodel and author Kate? She hits people?" 

Jennifer was even more surprised.

In media reports, Kate always appeared elegant and poised, embodying the refined style of an English lady. No one would have thought she could actually hit someone.

Suddenly, she recalled that interview where the host said Kate was the woman who had pulled Super Luca's ear. It seemed to be true. Kate not only pulled ears but also knew how to throw a punch.

Seeing Luca's pitiful state, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A tall, strong, handsome man getting beaten up by his sister every day—how envious she was of Kate, having such a handsome little brother to bully.

"Luca, why did Kate hit you? Did you get into trouble again?" 

Jennifer covered her red lips, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Luca turned his head a little awkwardly. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to speak, but Aniston's blazer was a bit revealing. He glanced downward, unfortunately catching a glimpse of something indecent.

He whispered, "I was hiding some money, and Kate found it. So, this is what happened."

"Hiding money and getting beaten up? And beaten this badly? Hahaha!" 

Jennifer laughed so hard that she almost fell over.

Luca gently supported her shoulder, feeling a delicate touch and the scent of peaches wafting into his nose, making him feel a little tingly.

He suppressed the fluttering thoughts in his heart, "Senior, stop laughing. You said you had something to talk about, so go ahead."

"Haha... wait, let me laugh a little more!" 

Jennifer covered her mouth, trying to laugh quietly so as not to disturb others.

But she was Rachel, recognized by the whole world, and wherever she was, she was the center of attention.

Seeing Jennifer Aniston laughing so heartily, people around couldn't help but start discussing.

"Wow, the rumors about Luca being funny seem to be true." 

The blue-eyed David Gandy praised.

Former champion Noah rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Being funny isn't the main point. The point is, how does Luca know Miss Aniston? Their relationship seems quite good."

"How envious. Luca not only knows Britney but also Miss Aniston." 

A model admired.

"Is it just knowing them? Hehe." 

The bad boy, Eric Rutherford, had a sly smile on his face.

Noah nodded slightly, "If Luca knows Miss Aniston, then the endorsement is his. No wonder he showed up today, even though he's injured."

"Not quite. I heard that Ben Hill has managed to hook up with a high-ranking person at Prada and has already gotten a recommendation."

A model whispered.

"Really?" 

Noah rubbed his chin. "That may not be certain. Although Prada is the parent company of Helmut Lang and has the right to recommend, Miss Aniston is a brand partner, with a much bigger say."

"Yes, yes. Ben Hill is in danger. I heard he sacrificed a lot to get this endorsement."

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Noah touched his chin and said, "That's not necessarily true. Although Prada is Helmut Lang's parent company and has the authority to make recommendations, Ms. Aniston is a partner of the brand, so she has a greater say."

"Yeah, yeah, Ben Hill's in trouble. I heard he put in a lot of effort to get this endorsement."

"Haha, well, Luca put in a lot of effort too, didn't he? His 'sacrifice move' is at max level. No matter the status of the celebrity, they all fall for it."

"Hahaha~"

"Ben Hill is probably going to be disappointed. Such a pity for his pale butt."

"Hahaha~"

After Luca and Ms. Aniston left, the chatter among everyone became even more lively.

"Fuck!"

Behind one of the booths, Ben Hill clenched his fists tightly, his face contorted with anger.

Last time, Luca seduced Britney and secured his position as a top model. Now, is he planning to use the same trick to seduce Jennifer and secure the Helmut Lang endorsement through her? 

Yes!

That must be it! 

Luca never used to attend parties, so why is he here this time? It's definitely for the endorsement.

That bastard has been desperate for money lately, even taking on roles as an extra for 500 bucks. How could he pass up a contract worth tens of thousands?

Ben Hill felt extremely threatened.

Because Aniston is not just the spokesperson; she's also a partner of the Helmut Lang brand.

Since the brand's founder, Helmut Lang, is retiring, the new designers, the Conrost couple, don't have his level of fame.

To ensure a smooth transition, the brand sought a big-name collaborator—America's sweetheart, Jennifer Aniston.

The two sides have a long-term partnership to develop the brand together.

Ms. Aniston is not only the spokesperson but also holds a stake in the company. When the products sell, she'll get a share of the profits. This is the kind of treatment reserved for top celebrities.

When it comes to choosing the spokesperson, Aniston has a lot of say.

If Luca throws himself at her for the endorsement, would Aniston refuse?

"No, I can't just sit and wait!" 

Ben Hill squinted at the two walking side by side. He glanced around before silently following them, faintly hearing Aniston say, 

"... need to take it all off..."

"Completely naked?"

That was Luca's voice. They seemed to be negotiating terms.

Ben Hill gritted his teeth. Adulterer and whore, talking about such things.

"Does it have to be completely naked?" 

"You can think about it. If you don't agree, I understand. But... it's very suitable for you."

"Why?"

"Haha, because you're Mr. Big."

Ben Hill strained his ears to catch a few words. When the two entered a booth, he had to stop following them.

There were few people around, and there was no place to hide. Ben Hill couldn't keep up with them any longer.

But based on their conversation, even an idiot would know what they were discussing. They were definitely negotiating an exchange of favors.

Ben Hill was very disappointed. He had always thought that Rachel on TV was a beautiful and kind girl. Who knew that the real Rachel was a shallow woman?

He heard that bastard Luca was packing half a meter, and she was instantly smitten. Shamelessly discussing unwritten rules in public—what a disappointment.

And that bastard Luca, why do women always want to trade favors with him? Is it because he's big? So what if he's big? Shameless, I wish I could cut it off and put it on myself.

"What should I do now?" 

Ben Hill squinted and stared at the booth by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the dim light, Ms. Aniston was dressed in a women's suit with her golden hair tied up, sitting upright and looking dignified yet alluring.

And that bastard Luca was too damn good-looking—wearing a dark designer suit with black, medium-length hair slicked back. His head was well-defined, looking cool and imposing.

Under the lights, his facial features seemed even more chiseled, like a finely carved piece of art.

His sword-like brows, the high arches of his brow bones, and the deep-set eyes gazed intensely at Ms. Aniston, constantly throwing sparks like flashes of lightning in the dark.

And when he spoke, there was always a charming smile on his lips—ugh, more like a fake, hypocritical smile. That bastard, relying on his good looks, kept flaunting his charm. He's the disgrace of men.

"That shameless bastard!" 

Seeing the two getting along better and better, Ben Hill felt a surge of crisis.

"No, this can't go on. I have to stop them. But how?"

Ben Hill looked around. Where was Brad Pitt?

Why wasn't Brad Pitt here at such an important event? If he doesn't come soon, he's going to get cuckolded.

"Sir, would you like some champagne?" 

A server with a tray approached.

"No!"

Ben Hill was fuming; how could he think of drinking? But seeing the tray and the champagne on it, his eyes lit up, and he came up with a brilliant idea.

"Hey, wait!"

(End of chapter)

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