America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The Los Angeles courthouse was packed today, with not just media reporters and various social organizations protesting, but also hundreds of victims' families in attendance.

Near the entrance, about a dozen television broadcast vans were parked.

To accommodate the needs of the public and media, wireless service providers like AT&T and Verizon had even deployed additional signal trucks.

Three buses parked in front of the door were immediately swarmed by media reporters. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

The Mitu Organization, which had pledged to provide support for the victims, was led by Jolie and Aniston wearing fist symbols, accompanying over a hundred victims into the courtroom.

Gavin Newsom, who will take office as the Lieutenant Governor of California next month, stepped out of his car with his wife, Jennifer Siebel, and was interviewed by numerous media outlets, showing what it means to be a qualified husband.

Bob Weinstein, who had betrayed his brother, was there too, passionately proclaiming to the cameras, "I had heard about Harvey being involved with some actresses, but I never imagined he would go this far. Everyone must be held accountable for their actions, and he must face the full force of the law!"

Weinstein Films had fallen into Bob's control, and had changed its focus from Harvey's era, now specializing in the production and distribution of B-movies.

Georgina Chapman, the ex-wife, arrived at the courthouse and said nothing.

Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson arrived together, but did not give any interviews, and headed straight for the courthouse building.

Just as Harvey Weinstein was about to arrive, when the media and crowd were most dense, a woman suddenly jumped out.

Last time, Meghan Markle had snagged a headline and enjoyed the limelight.

This time, she hired two people to carry banners and even had custom t-shirts made, garnishing even more attention.

The two hired individuals unfurled a huge white banner with a bloody sentence written on it—Harvey Weinstein is a racist!

Megan grabbed an electronic megaphone and loudly accused, "Among the many victims of Harvey Weinstein's abuse, not a single one is black. What does this tell us? Harvey Weinstein is racist against black people!"

The crowd was in an uproar, but the cameras of the media reporters instantly turned towards Megan.

Regardless, Megan had once again captured all the attention.

Soon, the court hearing began.

Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson sat in a row, with Jolie and Aniston and others across the aisle from them.

The three of them also wore the Mitu pin on their collars, in support of the victims.

The case was so influential that the court not only conducted a public hearing but also broadcast it live on the internet and television across America.

In the defendant's seat, Harvey Weinstein sat expressionless.

One after another, witnesses, including Jennifer Siebel, took the stand to accuse Harvey.

Leonardo couldn't hold back and whispered in a lower voice, "Harvey is really fucking sick, forcing people to lick..."

Martin's voice was also low, "True to the spirit leader of the Foot Clan."

Nicholson thought of an old buddy, "He's even more twisted than Marlon!"

Martin added, "If he just played the dating game as usual, what kind of woman can't he get? No need to resort to force."

Even the old rogue Nicholson shook his head, "Forcing is just tasteless."

During a recess, Harvey turned his head, scanned the spectator seats, and didn't pay any mind to the victims, whose numbers had been inflated, nor to his ex-wife Georgina, or even to Martin Davis, who was suspected of being the mastermind behind the scenes; his gaze landed on his brother Bob.

That kind of pain, the rending agony of betrayal by the person closest to you, the one you trusted the most, could only truly be felt by the parties involved.

Harvey's gaze pierced Bob like a sharp sword.

The younger brother, who had always been subservient, now stood tall and proud, unflinchingly meeting his gaze.

And not just that, during the subsequent trial, several executives from Weinstein Films including Bob and Harvey's former assistant, testified in court, accusing Harvey of his crimes.

The more glorious the past twenty years had been, the more miserable Harvey was today.

When Brad Pitt took the witness stand, Harvey's gaze could have killed, especially since Pitt was accusing him of a non-existent shooting case.

"It didn't happen!" Unable to take it anymore, Harvey's so-called calm and composed demeanor instantly broke, he roared, "I didn't do it, this is all slander! Slander!"

The judge banged the gavel, calling for quiet.

Nicholson looked to his two younger colleagues, reminding them, "Whatever you do in the future, always think of today's Harvey. Never end up in such a state, where everyone will come to step on you, and things you didn't do will become things you did."

Martin nodded, "That's why we play other people, we don't let others play us."

Leonardo agreed wholeheartedly, "Anyone who wants to mess with us, we'll get them first!"

Nicholson thought to himself, the two young brothers really had learned how to protect themselves properly.

Self-protection was never passive defense; it was about being proactive!

The trial lasted three days, and on the third day, the court delivered its verdict on the spot.

Harvey stood at the defendant's seat, holding his head up high, maintaining the last bit of a boss's dignity.

He was ill at ease inside. If sentenced to life imprisonment, he would burn all bridges and pull all those bastards down with him.

"By unanimous verdict of the jury, the defendant Harvey Weinstein is found guilty of false imprisonment, incitement, rape, and attempted murder…"

All camera lenses were focused on Harvey.

Harvey held on to the defendant's desk, propping his body up so he wouldn't collapse, but his mind was in turmoil, and he could hardly hear the outside world.

The judge's words reached him only at the last sentence—he was sentenced to twenty years in prison, and parole was not an option for the first fifteen years!

Harvey could no longer stand, and he slumped into his chair, ashen-faced.

It wasn't a life sentence, but it was dreadfully long, and yet there was still that glimmer of hope of release...

The litigation involving him was not over; there was still an astronomical sum of civil compensation.

Over a hundred victims, enough to bleed him dry!

Harvey had never opened up about certain things, after all, being alive is always better than being dead.

Moreover, once those things were spoken, death would be a mercy, as there were a thousand ways inside to make his life worse than death.

Just like with the Affleck brothers.

In the spectator seats, the victims were one by one ecstatic; such a verdict meant that their chances of winning the subsequent civil lawsuits were virtually limitless.

We're rich! We're rich!

In the midst of the commotion, Harvey turned to his lawyer and said, "You go tell those big shots if I'm forced to see a proctologist, I will say anything, anything at all!"

The lawyer didn't catch on at first.

Harvey reminded him again, "The proctologist that Ben Affleck went to..."

The lawyer got it, "I will spread the word."

Harvey felt somewhat relieved; he reached down to touch his ample behind, he could afford no harm there!

The trial ended, and everyone but Harvey was satisfied.

As the three bastards Martin walked out, Jolie and Aniston followed them.

"Justice served," Jolie, too a witness, lowered her voice to Martin, "Thank you for getting justice for me."

Nicholson, that bastard, interrupted with, "Verbal thanks are the least sincere."

Jolie, ever the vixen, grabbed Martin forcefully to stop him and pretended to kneel down: "Do you want me to give a live demonstration to show how sincere I am?"

Martin stopped her, "Don't be crazy."

Aniston leaned in and said, "She's not being crazy, she's being horny."

Martin pulled on each one, "Let's go, let's go."

That bastard Leo pointed out to the group with a suggestive glance, "Quick, look over there, Brad Pitt!"

Martin, Jolie, Aniston, and Nicholson all turned to look to the left, only to see Brad Pitt standing alone less than ten meters away, staring blankly this way.

Pitt saw his wife and girlfriend, both within Martin's grasp.

And just now, one of them was about to perform an act of oral dexterity right there...

He couldn't quite describe what he was feeling, but thinking of the Affleck brothers' plight, he took one step at a time, coming face to face with Martin, Jolie, and Aniston.

Aniston snatched her hand away and clung tightly to Martin's arm, even going on tiptoe to plant a kiss on Martin's cheek.

Jolie tilted her head and smiled at Pitt.

Bruce took a step forward, ready to intervene if necessary.

Nicholson pulled out his phone, switched to camera mode, and said, "Leo, get ready for a show."

Leo, another bastard, whispered, "Go for it, Pitt! Hit him, Pitt!"

But who would have thought that when Pitt approached the trio, he didn't make a move or even a fuss; he simply looked quietly at Jolie and Aniston and said, "I wish you happiness in the future."

Ex-wives harboring resentment can be terrifying creatures. Aniston blurted out, "Of course, we'll be happy, Martin is much better than you, he gets me howling every time."

Jolie interjected with a naughty laugh, "I'm always pushing from behind Martin."

Martin was quite helpless, was this really amusing?

Pitt's expression suddenly changed as he said, "Sorry, I have to rush now. You've just given me inspiration; I'm working on a script, and this bit is perfect for it."

Jolie asked in surprise, "Hollywood still hires you?"

Hadn't she and Aniston done enough to crush Pitt?

Pitt would soon join a new film project and simply stated, "An arthouse script from Sacred Valley, hope you'll watch and support it."

Jolie and Aniston both laughed uproariously at that, clearly amused.

Martin, utterly serious, said, "I'll make sure to buy the DVD to support you."

Pitt, waving his hand, hurried off, then once inside his car, he rummaged for a pen and notebook to quickly jot down the burst of inspiration he just had.

An arthouse genre from Sacred Valley based on a true story.

It's about a man, who, because of a wild woman, abandons his childless wife to chase after her, only for the wild woman to fall into the arms of another man—who also happens to have won over his ex-wife—right in front of him.

There's also room to weave in some female nannies and domestic workers, simply perfect!

Pitt even had a title in mind, "Forever Love"!