America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 875 - 841: Storm_2

Ryan Reynolds had achieved his goal, and the three from Fox had gotten their enjoyment.

It all seemed so natural.

Just as America's elite never cared about the life and death of the underprivileged.

Expendable? Dead, there are countless replacements.

The entirety of Latin America, and indeed the world, provided an unending supply.

After the party ended, Ryan Reynolds first saw off the VIPs, then briefly discussed with his agent before leaving the place.

Under the supervision of their leader, the waiters came out of the auxiliary building and into the villa to clean up the messy scene.

Holden quickly collected a few special items and used the cleanup as a cover to retrieve the micro-cameras.

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They were busy until the early morning, and finally, the waiters went home.

Holden drove a rented car at high speed to a prearranged location where two subordinates were waiting.

He drove the car into the parking lot; he'd deal with it later when he had time—it was straight into an SUV.

The driver, Barrett, asked, "Did you get it?"

Holden had quickly checked the cameras and said, "Caught something, we'll see the specifics when we get back."

Tucker, in the passenger seat, asked, "Is there really explosive news? These kinds of parties are nothing in Hollywood—it might end up being more trouble than it's worth."

Holden was undeterred, "If it's just an ordinary party, we'll drop it and I'll cover the expenses myself."

But he had a strong premonition and shook the camera in his hand, "My instincts and clues tell me that something big happened at that villa tonight!"

Barrett sped up towards headquarters, "Hopefully, the higher-ups won't suppress it, or sell the news back to the perpetrators."

Holden laughed, "No, once we validate the news, I'll call the managing editor directly. This kind of explosive news is always what TMZ aims for."

Tucker noted, "In this case, TMZ is more likely to publish it than any other media outlet."

Amid the roaring of the engine, the SUV arrived at headquarters, and the three hurried into the editorial office. Although it was the middle of the night, many lights were still on at TMZ headquarters.

Holden rushed to his desk, turned on his computer, and connected one of the micro-cameras he had planted in a corner of the hall.

Nothing useful at the beginning; he fast-forwarded for a while, then clicked the mouse to play at normal speed.

Barrett, spotting the three women brought into the living room, widened his eyes and said, "Have these bastards lost their minds?"

Tucker shook his head repeatedly, "Scum of Hollywood!"

The camera captured everything that followed; Ryan Reynolds used these three individuals as a bribe to win over the three top executives from Fox.

They even invited Ryan Reynolds to join their twisted games.

Holden, still young and hot-blooded, slammed the table, "Even if the editorial team suppresses it, I'm going to make this news public!"

Tucker echoed, "Right, those scumbags don't deserve to live!"

Barrett remained silent; such dirtiness was too common in society.

After reviewing the footage from that camera, Holden then checked the other cameras, two of which had not captured anything useful.

Another one, however, caught similar scenes.

Absolutely horrifying!

The equipment was advanced enough, set at good angles, and the footage was clear enough to even include clear audio.

Holden patted Tucker on the shoulder, "Sort it out and upload it."

Without a word, Tucker got to work.

Barrett asked, "Where did those girls go?"

Holden took out his phone and checked, "Our news source left an address."

Upon hearing this, Barrett couldn't help but remind, "Don't you think this is too coincidental? Could someone be using us?"

"I know someone is using us, though I don't know who it is and can't find out," Holden closed his eyes briefly then opened them, "but this is one of the few chances we get, we might have to wait another three years? Or five years, maybe even a lifetime?"

He smiled, a bitter smile, "You've been in this longer than me; you know how narrow the channels for advancement are, how hard it is for us to climb the social ladder. Tucker, Barrett, are you content spending your lives in obscurity, just being ordinary front-line reporters, earning just a few US Dollars a year?"

Tucker declared, "Hell no, who the hell doesn't want to make big money! Those on the video have no conscience, no morals, no bottom line, they scoff at the law—all scum! What about us? We adhere to professional ethics, comply with the law, our conscience still intact..."

He felt the irony of society, "Those scum earn high salaries, live like big stars, with at least a million US Dollars a year! And we good people are damn struggling! Car loans, mortgages, medical bills, insurance—nearly crushing us!"

That Barrett understood too well; he had married and had more than one child.

"We're doing good by exposing this," Holden also strengthened his resolve, "In pursuing journalistic justice, we also realize our self-worth. Isn't this what we've always pursued?"

Barrett responded, "Let's continue."

Tucker edited the video, crafted the headlines, and started uploading.

Holden took out his phone and dialed managing editor Jody.