America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 978 - 892 The Tremors Caused by Fear

Chapter 978: Chapter 892: The Tremors Caused by Fear

Chapter 978 -892: The Tremors Caused by Fear

Hollywood Heights Center, Dolby Theatre.

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The “Split” cast also chose this iconic theatre for their global premiere.

Eight huge posters hung on both sides of the main entrance of the Dolby Theatre, each featuring one of the male lead’s personalities.

Fans could easily distinguish the distinct characteristics just by their appearances and expressions.

Among them were a drag queen, an innocent child, a hot-tempered young man, a fashion expert, and a muscle-bound villain, among others.

Each one was vivid in depiction.

Amidst the screams on both sides of the red carpet, as the finale, Martin reached the media area in front of the theatre, joined by David Fincher, Anya Taylor Joy, and Jonathan Nolan, among other key creators for a group photo in front of the backdrop.

This October, aside from “Split,” the North American movie market did not have any major commercial films released.

Today, Martin had invited numerous industry peers to the premiere.

The team also sent out invitations to over fifty professional media outlets.

“Split” aimed not only for box office success but also hoped to achieve awards season recognition.

Martin’s Oscar campaign officially began with the premiere.

Once inside the Dolby Theatre, Bruce approached from a side door.

Martin stopped walking, and when Bruce came closer, asked, “Has the stuff been sent over?”

Bruce replied, “Lily led a team to personally escort it and handed it over to Robert.”

Martin immediately felt at ease, “Okay, I trust Robert to handle things properly.”

Despite not saying anything outwardly, Bruce kept wondering whether sending the Oscar statuette to Atlanta for Robert to use in a ceremony could really secure a second Best Actor Oscar.

Atlanta, Peachtree Street.

A Cadillac CT6 stopped in front of the Cola Cult Headquarters, and two female bodyguards got out first; one of them opened the rear door. Lily, holding a briefcase, got out and quickly walked inside the headquarters.

Robert and Elena were waiting in the front lobby.

Lily first spoke to her sister, then approached Robert, opened the briefcase in her hand, took out Martin’s Oscar statuette, and handed it to Robert with the instruction, “Martin said to decide how to proceed on your own.”

Robert took the Oscar statuette with both hands: “I’ve already figured out the ceremony, simple yet effective.”

Unsure how to judge Martin’s habit, Lily simply said, “It’s all in your hands now.”

Robert nodded, holding the statuette and went upstairs.

Lily attempted to follow, but a figure stood in her way.

Elena blocked Lily, asking, “Idiot, decided to come back to Atlanta?”

“I missed you, so I came back.” Lily took her sister’s hand, her face all smiles, “Don’t be mad, we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

Elena pulled Lily to her office here, “Come with me, it’s been a long time since we sisters had a private chat.”

Lily’s feet moved, her head unconsciously retracting, fearing a love-infused punch on her head.

Elena turned to look at her, saying, “Scared now? Why weren’t you scared when you did it?”

“It’s not that I wasn’t scared,” Lily felt she couldn’t keep bowing her head forever, she objected, “You can’t blame me for this, the main reason is on you. You and that bastard Martin never take care, just messing around at home without considering my feelings?”

“Heh, is that blaming me?” Elena pulled Lily into the office and slammed the door shut.

Lily, not wanting to be suppressed forever, sat on the couch, arms crossed, and started, “Don’t you have any responsibility? I…”

Before she could finish, a sandbag-sized fist descended from the skies, thudding onto Lily’s head.

This was a gesture of love from her sister!

Absolute suppression by blood and genes!

The punch on the head was not actually heavy or painful, but Lily immediately became obedient, not daring to retort.

Elena spoke, “You’ve grown up, I can’t control you, this is your choice.”

Lily bowed her head, quietly playing dumb, not uttering another word.

While the sisters quietly interacted, upstairs at the altar, Robert donned Coca-Cola red robes. Following procedures from the past, he placed a 2003 glass bottle of olive oil-smudged Coca-Cola on a wooden table.

Then, he solemnly placed the Oscar statuette next to the Coca-Cola.

The Grand Priest of the Cola Cult muttered, “Blockbuster hit! Another Best Actor Oscar!”

The prayers and offerings seemed to bring Robert peace of mind, perhaps forming a belief over the years, providing a spiritual reliance.

…

Hollywood, Dolby Theatre.

In the VIP lounge, Martin greeted the many guests who had come for the premiere, many of whom were members of the Academy and the actors’ guild.

The Acting Awards are determined by votes from approximately 1200 members who are actors in the Academy.

Martin’s efforts toward winning the award had been made earlier, with detailed research conducted on the Best Actor Oscars scenarios over the past five years.

If one-third of these 1200 people eventually voted for him, the chances of securing Best Actor were as high as ninety-nine percent.

Among them, nearly sixty members could wield wide-ranging influence.

Being life-long members of the Academy meant a natural consequence: the older someone was, the broader their connections and influence.