"The world only has good mothers; a child with a mother is like a treasure, nestled in a mother's embrace, happiness is endless!"
Eric, while panting and charging forward, didn't forget to sing a few lines to thank his mother for the happy life she created for him.
"Darling, are you singing? What are you singing?"
Nicole, kneeling and crawling, looked back, her expression dazed, as if she was about to lose her bearings.
"This is a Chinese song. It roughly expresses endless affection for a lover, to stay together for a lifetime."
"Just like us, right?"
"Yes, that's exactly right, just like us."
After dinner, his mother talked with the five women for a long time, and finally, as expected, she managed to persuade them.
Of course, there was a price; a carrot and stick approach.
What was the most practical and tangible carrot?
The answer, of course, was money.
Money is sometimes useless, but most of the time it is useful; at least no one dislikes having too much money.
Eric promised that after the stock market trading restrictions expired, he would transfer 1% of MGM shares to each of them.
This amounted to giving away another seven or eight hundred million dollars, fair and full of sincerity.
After this operation, his personal company's shareholding would drop to 22.2%, but it didn't matter; he would still be the largest controlling shareholder.
Moreover, according to Eric's initial plan, his shares would eventually be reduced to around 10%, and he was still far from that goal.
Feeling Eric's sincerity, the five women were naturally happy.
Finally, his mother also set a goal: the one who gets pregnant and gives birth first will be the one who ultimately marries into the Cooper Family.
With the goal clarified, the five women's resentment completely transformed into motivation.
Now their thoughts had shifted to how to sleep with Eric more often, quickly surpass the other bitches, and get pregnant as soon as possible.
They wrote down their ovulation periods and agreed to have exclusive rights to Eric on their respective special dates.
If Eric was delayed due to other matters, such as filming abroad, it was not ruled out that they would fly thousands of miles to deliver themselves to him.
Frankly speaking, the Olsen Sisters benefited greatly from this agreement, as there were two of them.
As long as one of them conceived, whether it was Ashley or Mary, neither would reject her twin sister; they had long tacitly agreed to share a husband.
This was also a strategy secretly discussed between his mother and Eric; Nicole, Theron, and Gadot would inevitably become anxious seeing the Olsen Sisters' advantage.
If they became anxious, they might also unite and formulate a gentleman's agreement.
If I get pregnant first, I will accept you into the Cooper Family, and vice versa.
In short, it would certainly be beneficial for the future realization of sleeping together, but it was still too early to discuss that now; more effort was needed.
Ah!
A high-pitched scream blasted through the quiet night sky.
Singing wildly, until the climax!
Ring.
The intense ringing of the phone sounded, and Eric slowly opened his eyes.
He yawned tiredly, feeling a bit out of sorts.
There was nothing he could do; last night's battle was too intense. Nicole was like a crazy swallowing python, constantly clinging to him, wanting more and more.
It was done, truly done, not a single drop left.
And not only did she do this, but the other four women also held the idea of consuming him completely, leaving nothing for anyone else.
Especially these past two days, as he consoled one after another, he fully understood the meaning of the phrase, "Lust is a bone-scraping knife."
He was gone, truly gone; any more squeezing would make him bleed.
Even Old Han's nourishing secret wine couldn't withstand such abuse; even a donkey needs rest.
Eric was a little worried that if this continued, in three or four years at most, he would be relying on Liuwei Dihuang Pills constantly.
"Darling, your phone is ringing."
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Nicole, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, poked her head in and said.
"I know, I've already been woken up. Are you cooking?"
"Hmm, a soup my mother taught me. She said it's very good for the kidneys, and she told us to make sure to cook it for you after exercise."
"At least you have some conscience."
"Much better than those four, right? Those little kids don't know how to cook."
"Of course, you're the best, I love you!"
"Hurry up and answer the phone, it might be urgent."
Eric then picked up his phone and saw that it was Judy calling.
This girl had left in a hurry last time, and Billy couldn't find her at her house. She had been missing for six days since then.
Eric was worried she might do something foolish impulsively, but fortunately, everything was normal; he hadn't heard of any unfortunate person's opponent being shot.
"Judy, Judy Newhouse, you finally remembered to contact me." Eric said somewhat angrily.
On the other end of the phone, Judy's calm voice said, "Eric, I know you're angry, but please don't be angry yet. Do you remember what I said when I left?"
"No recollection, I'm almost crazy with busyness, don't you know?"
"I said I would definitely give you an explanation. Bar Refaeli was brought by me, and I will take responsibility for this."
"Hmm? What exactly are you talking about?"
"Come to room 1123 at the Fulin Hotel. I'm waiting for you here, and Bar Refaeli, I found her."
"What! How did you find her? Where did you find her?" Eric asked in surprise.
Since the incident broke out, he had been using this method to search for Bar Refaeli, and his father had also used many connections, but they just couldn't find her.
The two assumed The Big Six must have hidden that damn bitch abroad, and they had given up hope.
He didn't expect Judy to actually keep her word and bring the person back.
"You come to the hotel first, and we'll talk in detail after you arrive."
"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon!"
Eric quickly put on his clothes and prepared to leave.
"Darling, are you leaving? Have breakfast first, this soup is very useful." Nicole hurriedly chased out from the kitchen.
"Save it for me, I have an urgent matter to deal with."
"What is it?"
"Bar Refaeli has been found!"
"What! She's been found! Go quickly, go quickly, I'll keep the soup fresh for you."
Mwah!
After a kiss, Eric left in a hurry and arrived at the hotel about half an hour later.
Looking at the door number 1123, he clenched his fists, sneered, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Judy, it's me."
Click, the door opened.
Eric walked into Room and first hugged Judy.
"I'm relieved to see you're okay. I thought you were going to do something foolish."
Judy smiled, but her mental state still didn't look good, and her face was full of fatigue.
However, it was understandable; to find Bar Refaeli, she must have expended a lot of effort, and more importantly, being betrayed by her lover, the emotional pain was greater than the physical pain.
Pointing to the suite inside, Judy sighed, "I know you must have many questions, but Bar Refaeli is inside. Let's solve her problem first before we talk about ours."
"Hmm, where did you find her?"
"Japan, surprised?"
"Not at all. It must be Sony. It seems the atomic bomb still hasn't taught the little Japanese a lesson."
Inside, Bar Refaeli watched the two warily, her face filled with embarrassment, terror, confusion, and regret.
"E-Eric, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!" Looking at Eric's unfriendly expression, she apologized repeatedly.
"You just let her stay like that? At least you should tie her up, right?"
"No need to tie me up, I won't run away, and I can't run away."
"She… do you think she hasn't tried to escape?"
"Haha. It seems you can't stand my fists anymore."
Eric walked over, looking down at the other party, silently, creating immense psychological pressure. He even clearly heard the woman swallowing.
After a long while, Eric finally spoke.
"Bar Refaeli, I ask, you answer. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I promise you will be fine."
"But once you tell half a lie, or if it doesn't match the information I know, then I'm sorry, I don't know what you will encounter."
Listening to his cold threat, Bar Refaeli was so scared she didn't dare to breathe, only nodding repeatedly.
After intimidating her, Eric finally asked, "I ask you, who is the person behind you who instigated this? Why did you frame me?"
"Eric, I didn't want to betray you, they forced me to."
"That day, Patrice suddenly contacted me and invited me to audition for the female lead of cinderella man. It was a big production, with Russell Crowe as the male lead and Howard as the director, a big production aiming for an Oscar."
"I was so excited, thinking that good luck was finally coming my way, so I accepted the audition invitation."
"Wait, who is Patrice?" Eric asked.
"Secretary, she is Harvey Weinstein's secretary. cinderella man is a Miramax-invested film."
Eric immediately understood: "So you attended Harvey Weinstein's audition, right?"
Bar Refaeli nodded: "Yes."
"Office?"
"Yes."
"Did you lie on the red couch?" Eric looked at her teasingly.
Bar Refaeli's face changed, and she finally nodded blankly.
"Harvey Weinstein promised me that I could definitely play the female lead, but I also had to help him do one thing, which was… that video."
"But I didn't want to do that, please believe me, everything was forced! I really…"
Slap!
Bar Refaeli's words were not finished when a solid slap landed on her face, and five finger marks immediately appeared.
Judy looked at her furiously: "Lies! I didn't see the slightest bit of coercion; I only saw someone who would stop at nothing for fame and fortune."
"And isn't your luck good enough? You're just jealous of Gadot, you jerk!"
"You betrayed Eric's trust in you, and you betrayed my feelings for you, you liar!"
Slap!
Saying that, Judy slapped her again. Her strength was immense, and Bar Refaeli's right cheek instantly swelled up.
After two harsh slaps, Bar Refaeli didn't dare to argue anymore.
Even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn't deceive anyone anymore! She was just a vain woman, by nature.
"Refaeli, now that you're in my hands, I'd like to ask you for a small favor, would you be willing?"
"You say it." Bar Refaeli said weakly.
"I need to hold a press conference, and then, in front of the national audience, I hope you can clearly explain this matter from beginning to end."
"What! No, you're asking me to die!"
"I've offended you, and then I'll offend them. Hollywood will no longer have a place for me, I'll be finished." Bar Refaeli quickly shook her head and refused.
"Haha. Do you still naively think you're not finished?"
"What kind of person is Harvey Weinstein? A man-eating monster who doesn't spit out bones. You dare to believe his promises?"
"Hahahahaha. The female lead of cinderella man, acting opposite Russell Crowe and aiming for an Oscar, it's laughable to even think about."
"Ask yourself, are you worthy?"
"You are just a chess piece. They just need you to deal with me. Besides that, you are useless."
"Like a worn-out rag, once it's wiped hands and stained with dirt, the owner will throw it away."
"And if you are unwilling to cooperate, then I can only ask a third party to step in. Are you ready to go to jail?"
"What!" Bar Refaeli's eyes widened.
"Do you really think I don't know anything? I investigated your financial situation and found that you have been evading taxes since last year. Quite an interesting discovery, isn't it?"
"Let's make a hypothesis: if this matter is reported to the tax bureau, do you think Harvey Weinstein would use a criminal as a female lead? Would The Big Six use her?"
"By then, you won't just lose your job; more precious is your freedom. I'll give you three minutes to think about it. Time starts now!"
Looking at Bar Refaeli's twitching expression, Eric felt a secret satisfaction.
You little rascal! How dare you evade taxes in America? You're truly bold, I respect you for being a tough one!
There's a joke online about the four things you absolutely cannot do in the world: anti-drug in Mexico, tax evasion in America, taking hostages in Russia, and drug trafficking in China.
In this country, you can traffic drugs, but you cannot evade taxes. Only death and taxes are eternal; the tax bureau is not playing around with you.
Even if it's just a difference of one dollar or one cent, the tax bureau will put you on a blacklist.
Moreover, American tax law is notoriously complex; the legal provisions alone fill a truckload, and ordinary people can't even understand them.
Why do Americans hire family accountants? It's because they are afraid of making mistakes in their calculations.
To praise a child as smart, saying he can help his family file taxes, is practically praise from God.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The second hand kept turning, and Bar Refaeli's expression grew increasingly grim.
"Time is running out, you know."
"Wait, wait a minute, I agree, I agree to everything!"
Seeing Eric pick up his phone to report her, Bar Refaeli quickly surrendered and compromised.
"That's right, a wise man submits to circumstances."
"I can tell the truth, but can you return the evidence to me and promise never to expose it? I want to sign a non-disclosure agreement."
"You have no right to negotiate!"
"I can exchange it. I have a video of my meeting with Harvey Weinstein that day. I was also worried he wouldn't admit it afterward, so I secretly recorded it."