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*Chapter 215: Staying True to the Original Intent*1

“Inappropriate?”

In the office at Mar-a-Lago, Milo flipped through the evaluation documents with a slight frown.

“Yes, the key issue is that MCA is a broadcast television network.”

The manager of MCA's planning department had been specially sent over to explain. “If this is going to air on a broadcast network, certain aspects must be revised.”

“That was my oversight,” Milo finally admitted after a moment of silence.

The situation was straightforward.

Yesterday, after having the Victoria’s Secret models move into Mar-a-Lago, Milo naturally gave some thought to them.

At this point, Victoria’s Secret wasn’t quite a household name yet, and the Super Bowl he had planned was still about six months away.

Milo figured he couldn’t just let them waste their time idly.

He decided to come up with a way to give Victoria’s Secret some additional exposure.

This way, during next year’s Super Bowl fashion show, they could generate even greater publicity.

That’s when he thought of a sitcom from a parallel timeline that gained popularity after Victoria’s Secret took off: Victoria’s Secret Closet.

This sitcom showcased the lives and work of lingerie models in a comedic format.

Although it was canceled after only three seasons, the first two seasons had very high ratings.

Milo didn’t know why it was canceled.

In fact, he hadn’t even watched the show closely—he only had vague memories of it.

Still, guessing the reasons wasn’t too difficult.

There weren’t many Victoria’s Secret models to begin with.

The same dozen or so people could only generate so many storylines.

Once the initial curiosity of the audience wore off, a ratings drop would be inevitable.

Initially, Milo planned to produce Victoria’s Secret Closet but with a better production team.

However, he later reconsidered.

The concept itself had inherent limitations.

Even with a superior production team, its lifespan could only be extended by one or two more seasons.

It wasn’t worth it.

Last night, after enjoying a delicious evening with Gisele Bündchen,

Watching her strut gracefully even with her body worn out from the night’s activities,

He couldn’t help but get inspired.

Her hourglass figure, peach-shaped hips, and long legs—

What a sight.

Truly irresistible.

Watching her do a mock runway walk in the bedroom gave Milo a new idea.

He thought of America’s Next Top Model, a reality show that lasted over twenty seasons.

So, he called the planning team from the TV division and relevant screenwriters,

As well as the Universal Television planning department, bringing them all together.

They rushed in overnight from New York and Los Angeles.

After handling business from Silicon Valley in the morning,

Milo shared his concept and the basic structure of America’s Next Top Model.

Milo’s main objective was to boost the popularity of Victoria’s Secret.

Therefore, he naturally prioritized airing it on a broadcast network.

There was no doubt that free broadcast networks reached a wider audience.

However, after discussions between the screenwriters and planners,

They advised Milo against airing it on a broadcast network, providing their reasons.

If the program followed the format Milo envisioned, which was almost identical to the original America’s Next Top Model,

There would be many segments with content deemed inappropriate.

For example, nude photoshoots or religious controversies.

If aired on a pay-TV cable network, this wouldn’t be an issue.

Cable channels featured even racier content,

Including explicit adult programs.

But airing such content on a broadcast network, accessible to everyone,

Would require significant modifications.

Of course, it could be scheduled for late-night slots.

However, for a time-sensitive competition show,

A late-night broadcast would be a death sentence.

This meant that the structure of America’s Next Top Model would need to be drastically altered—sanitized into something suitable for all ages.

But this presented a new problem.

The risqué elements were the show’s main draw for ratings.

Without them, replacing them with other content would pose a challenge.

Milo couldn’t guarantee the same level of success.

He could borrow ideas from other shows, but what about the impact on those programs?

Moreover, this could trigger a butterfly effect.

Following the success of American Idol on Fox and Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on TBS,

Major networks had launched numerous reality shows, either original or imported.

Although the quality of these shows varied, there was no telling when a new hit might emerge.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” Milo said, tapping his fingers on the desk for a moment before making a decision. “Let’s hand this project over to TBS.”

“But we…”

The MCA television planning manager looked visibly disappointed.

Paladin Media currently had three major forces in television.

TBS and CNN, both originating from Turner Broadcasting System,

And MCA, formerly part of Universal Studios.

Integration Plan*

After the integration, MCA absorbed TBS's broadcast channel, which will be developed into a comprehensive broadcast television network.

The goal is to compete with the original four major television networks.

The best of MCA and TBS’s news resources will be handed over to CNN’s news channel.

As for TBS’s original television channel, it will transition into a pay-cable network under the group.

Milo proposed a new program, but due to its content restrictions, it is clearly more suitable for a pay-cable network.

Naturally, placing it on TBS makes more sense.

The attendees, all television veterans, could see the potential of the program to some extent.

Let alone the fact that it’s a creation of Milo Blackburn, who has already produced two high-rated variety shows and multiple hit TV series.

Now, the boss announced that this program would be handed over to TBS.

While CNN didn’t mind, some at MCA felt disappointed.

Though the program’s content might pose challenges for a broadcast network, its creativity was undeniable.

More importantly, the boss valued it highly.

With some adjustments, it could still be aired on MCA’s broad-reach broadcast network.

They were hoping Milo would choose this latter option, so...

“Don’t worry; I know what you’re thinking,” Milo smiled as he turned to them. “I’ll come up with another suitable reality show in a short time.”

Though they left with half-belief, many understood the boss’s talent.

Still, could Milo truly develop another reality show suitable for broadcast television in such a short time?

Or had he already planned it beforehand?

Regardless of their thoughts, Milo quickly informed Ted Turner about the decision.

“Placing it on TBS is fine; they’ll definitely be thrilled. But, my dear boss, what kind of new reality show are you planning for MCA?” asked the CEO of Paladin Media Group.

“I haven’t figured it out yet. There’s still time. Let me finish my current tasks first,” Milo replied.

Milo wasn’t entirely without ideas—he had plenty of them.

The problem was deciding which one to choose.

Initially, he considered moving Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? from TBS to MCA.

While the show had decent ratings, nearly everyone, including TBS executives, admitted it was somewhat wasted on cable television.

Swapping it with America’s Next Top Model was an option.

However, the show had already aired two seasons.

Although its schedule was well-managed and it still had untapped potential, audiences were starting to experience fatigue. TBS was also seeking innovation.

If moved to MCA now, its ratings would be unpredictable.

Additionally, the other four major networks had launched similar programs, intensifying competition.

Of course, Milo could modify it—he had ideas for improvements.

Still, the challenges were numerous, so he decided to leave it on TBS.

But what should MCA do instead?

Even with America’s Got Talent slated for release this year,

and several successful dramas such as Shameless and Breaking Bad maintaining stable performance,

a chain is only as strong as its weakest link.

Reality and talk shows were areas that needed improvement.

In the reality show department, MCA only had Man vs. Wild, which was in its first season.

While its ratings were stable, they weren’t particularly high, making this area a priority for growth.

Previously, America’s Next Top Model was considered for MCA, but that option was no longer viable. So, what would be a better choice?

Milo tapped his desk and suddenly had an idea. This program could work perfectly—Big Brother!

From ancient to modern times, art forms like novels, theater, sculpture, paintings, photographs, comics, and films have thrived for various reasons.

But at their core, one common and unavoidable factor is human curiosity.

Since ancient humans first wore animal skins, privacy has been a cornerstone of society.

And with it came voyeuristic curiosity.

How do others live?

Have they experienced anything interesting, terrifying, or thrilling?

Are they as ordinary as I am?

Among all forms of artistic expression, film and television best satisfy this curiosity.

The camera acts as a window, offering viewers a comprehensive observation or immersive experience of a character’s life.

No matter how detailed a novel’s descriptions are, readers must fill in gaps using their imagination, shaped by personal experiences.

Though theater offers more concrete visuals, its exaggerated performances often feel unnatural.

This is why movies and television are so popular—realistic portrayals resonate more deeply.

The same principle explains the rise of short-form videos in later years, which rapidly outpaced other media forms.

Short videos, catering to fragmented time in the mobile information age, satisfy various audiences’ voyeuristic curiosity.

As a result, short videos gained widespread dominance in the U.S., China, Europe, and beyond.

Just like those future media trends, Big Brother builds on the foundation of voyeurism.

The concept is simple: gather a group of young people to live in a shared space for an extended period.

Cameras capture every moment, and the footage is edited for broadcast.

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Every week, viewers would vote by phone to eliminate two contestants.

The last one standing would become the champion.

While peering into their lives and manipulating their competition, the show gained immense popularity, making it a perfect candidate for production.

Even the original Victoria's Secret Closet could be adapted for this.

If it only becomes popular for a season or two, so be it.

Since the decision was made to turn America's Next Top Model into a premium cable show, it might as well be even more explosive—risqué photos and all.

This wouldn’t involve the current Victoria’s Secret supermodels.

They are already famous or about to be, thanks to Milo's influence.

There's no need for them to strip down.

And even if they do, it should only be for him to see.

As for America's Next Top Model, let those aspiring to fame contribute to that spectacle.

"In Book Bar, read the flawless version!"

"Boss, Miss Gisele Bündchen is here," David said softly to Milo as he knocked on the door and entered just before noon.

"Great," Milo replied, glancing at the time. "I’ll be out shortly."

Putting on his jacket and adjusting his outfit, Milo left the office. Outside, Gisele stood up with a radiant smile.

"Hope I didn’t keep you waiting," Milo said with a slight nod, offering his arm.

"Not at all," Gisele replied naturally, linking her arm with his. The two walked out intimately without the slightest concern.

Both knew that outside, a crowd of Gisele’s colleagues waited, along with the friends of Milo's future fiancée—and her friends’ friends.

It had to be said, a stunning physique seemed to be a hallmark of Latin beauties.

Last night, Gisele’s long, toned legs had left a deep impression on Milo, making him wonder if other Latin women shared this trait—perhaps Penélope and Shakira, who were still in Europe.

They clearly had a different charm compared to European women like Monica, Sophie, or Catherine Zeta-Jones.

When they were younger, they certainly held great appeal.

Exiting the study, there was still a hallway to traverse.

This opulent corridor, with its golden glow and Gilded Age luxury, led to Mar-a-Lago’s grand living room.

At this moment, the room was filled with twenty or thirty beautiful women of various styles, but all undeniably stunning.

Among them were New York's "Big Five," and the rest were women with show-stopping figures—a true gathering of "Daughter Nation."

When Milo walked in with Gisele Bündchen, who leaned on him the entire time, even walking with a slight limp, the grand living room fell silent.

Every gaze—envious, jealous, or tinged with complicated longing—focused on Gisele Bündchen.

Those looks conveyed their desires: to trade places with her, to have been the lucky one last night instead of her.

But Milo couldn’t care less.

Just because he spent a night with Gisele didn’t mean he’d elevate her to a pedestal.

Leading her into the living room under the scrutinizing stares of the women, Milo smiled.

"I’m sure you all already know why I invited you here."

The Victoria's Secret models were supposed to have four shows scheduled in Miami over the next ten days.

However, those shows were now canceled.

After an all-nighter by the management team, only two shows were planned: a traditional lingerie show and a Miami-style bikini runway show.

The venues had been moved from Miami’s downtown to Mar-a-Lago.

One show would take place on the nearby beach, and the other on the estate’s 2,000-square-meter indoor social platform.

But that wasn’t the important part.

The key was that their boss, the world-renowned billionaire Milo Blackburn, would attend both events.

Additionally, editors-in-chief and even owners of famous fashion magazines like Harper's Bazaar, VOGUE, and ELLE, who had partnerships with Paladin Media Group, would be present.

Fashion icons like Anna Wintour and Karl Lagerfeld from Europe were also expected.

It was clear what was happening.

Their boss intended to use his fame and influence to catapult them to a level in the fashion industry that might have taken them years—if not decades—to reach.

From Milo’s perspective, he was also interested in hosting such a grand fashion event.

As mentioned earlier, Paladin Newspaper Group’s CEO, Corey Chris, had failed in his attempt to make waves in fashion media.

*VOGUE's first-mover advantage is simply too strong.*

However, if Milo can make the upcoming two shows at Mar-a-Lago impactful enough to extend beyond the fashion world and spread worldwide, then by this time next year, he could continue hosting them. He could transform these events into an annual Miami Fashion Gala.

At that point, the hosting rights could be handed over to the Paladin Newspaper Group. If successful, it would be highly beneficial, not just for Victoria’s Secret but also for the media group itself.

Of course, there are potential downsides.

One glaring issue is that someone like Milo—one of the world's wealthiest individuals and a prominent figure in American power circles—might appear out of place organizing such events.

It’s hard to imagine figures like Rockefeller or Morgan doing something like this.

Even at a lesser level, people like Warren Buffett, George Soros, or Bill Gates would never venture into such things.

Simply put, it could damage Milo's reputation and prestige.

But he doesn’t care.

Before becoming famous, Milo’s reputation within his own circles was already less than stellar. Later, he even risked defying the norms of those circles by going to Hollywood to chase women. At the time, he was mocked endlessly.

It wasn’t until he rose to prominence through his media company and internet ventures that those jokes faded away, becoming ammunition for others’ ridicule instead.

Now, using his high-profile status to organize these events, Milo feels he’s simply staying true to his original self.

Back when he first gained a new lease on life, his goal was simple:

"While still young, be with as many goddesses as possible."

To him, this is staying true to his mission.

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After the opening remarks, Milo left Gisele Bündchen in the group of complicatedly emotional women. He wasn’t concerned. They weren’t going to harm her; the worst they would do was isolate or mock her.

Besides, given that she spent last night with him, the smarter women in the group wouldn’t dare to make things too difficult for Gisele.

As for Ivana and the shock of the “New York Five,” he cared even less. Even if Ivana informed Ariana, it wouldn’t matter.

It’s not like he just fooled around with Gisele Bündchen. Even if he turned Victoria’s Secret into his personal harem, Ariana would likely only remind him to take care of his health.

On the other hand, if he ever got involved with one of the “New York Five,” Ariana’s reaction would be far greater than if he were with 20 supermodels.

So he wasn’t worried about Ivana snitching.

---

*Later that afternoon, shortly after dinner, Milo met with his uncle, Jeb Bush.*

“I’ve heard of this place,” Jeb said.

The afternoon sun gently bathed Mar-a-Lago in golden light. Its rays danced on the azure sea, creating sparkling reflections as a soft breeze swept through.

The Spanish-style architecture looked especially elegant in the interplay of light and shadow, while the beach’s fine sand shimmered like gold dust under the sun.

The swaying palm trees brought a refreshing coolness, and seagulls glided through the blue sky, occasionally skimming the water and leaving ripples in their wake.

The serene and stunning scenery compelled Jeb to marvel:

“That real estate tycoon from New York—he only spent 8 million dollars to buy this place back then. He made a killing. Today, it’s worth at least 30 million dollars.”

“That was twelve years ago,” Milo replied with a smile.

“Eight million dollars back then isn’t much different from 30 million today.”

“Fair point, Milo. You’re right,” Jeb said with a chuckle, his smile gradually fading as he spoke in a somber tone:

“Suarez denies any connection with the AGT or him. As for the biker gang, that old Colombian woman is still locked up in a Georgia prison. Their organization is in complete disarray, with no one stepping up to take responsibility.”

“Do they expect me to just let it slide?” Milo laughed after hearing this.

---

The two were, of course, discussing the three local gang members who had attempted to pose as entertainment paparazzi to sneak into Mar-a-Lago the previous night.

Although Milo’s public activities had attracted a large number of entertainment paparazzi and even reporters from legitimate major media outlets near Mar-a-Lago, most professional journalists heeded the warnings of Milo’s global security team and refrained from harassing the estate.

When the gang members’ true identities were discovered, Milo naturally wouldn’t ignore it.

He had asked his uncle to reach out to local contacts, demanding an explanation.

Yet, this was the response he received.

Jeb sighed helplessly, “It seems that’s the case.”

---

If the rest of America sees sporadic "dramatic scenes" every month, Florida—a state full of eccentricities—seems to experience such incidents daily.

It’s no wonder that the upcoming *3D game, Grand Theft Auto: Vice City***, takes inspiration directly from Miami to create its fictional “Vice City,” showcasing just how chaotic this place is.

As for why Miami is so unruly, well, that’s a tale for another time.

(End of Chapter)

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After bidding farewell to his second uncle, Milo returned to the main residence of the Sea Lake Manor and stood on the second-floor terrace, gazing at the waves rolling on the beach ahead.

He pondered silently for about ten minutes before gesturing with his hand.

Seeing Milo's signal, David promptly handed him a satellite phone.

“Ted, I’m planning to host an industry celebration and cocktail party for Paladin Media in Miami.”

“It’s nothing special. We’ve gone public successfully, haven’t we? The market value is stable now. Let’s use the theme: ‘Celebrating Paladin Media’s market value exceeding $120 billion.’”

“Send out as many invitations as possible. Let’s set the date for… the 15th of this month. The venue will be here in Miami.”

“Alright, that’s all.”

After hanging up the call with Paladin Media’s CEO, Ted Turner, Milo pondered for a moment and made another gesture.

David handed him another satellite phone.

“…I need people. Or, more precisely, I want to know if you’re interested in expanding your influence to Miami.”

“Don’t ask too many questions. Just bring as many loyal and reliable individuals as you can.”

“No weapons needed. Just send people over. Firepower support will be provided by someone else. In short, inform others and gather your best assassins.”

“That’s all.”

Milo tossed the satellite phone back to David after ending the call.

Shaking his head, he turned and walked into the living room on the second floor.

Those people thought Milo Blackburn was just another foreign power trying to establish itself.

They assumed that, like others, he would be powerless against the local elite.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

It’s true that when foreign powers encounter such situations, most would opt to compromise or collaborate with local forces, seeking their approval or simply leaving the chaotic region altogether.

But Milo wasn’t one to back down from challenges.

Honestly, after learning how difficult the Florida Mutual Bank project was, Milo had almost given up.

He had planned to enjoy a few days of leisure before heading back.

But this provocation had awakened his rebellious side.

Since that’s how it is…

Milo decided to go big.

If he succeeded, he would shake things up; if he failed, he would pack up and leave.

At worst, he’d never set foot in Florida—or Miami—again.

And so, with dozens, even hundreds, of calls made from Paladin Media’s headquarters in Rockefeller Center, New York, the otherwise calm American entertainment industry felt like molten iron poured into an icy spring.

It erupted into a frenzy.

Hundreds of talent agents, either proactively or under their employers' orders, began seeking information.

The reason?

The world’s largest media conglomerate by market value—Paladin Media Group—chaired by the world’s richest man, Milo Blackburn, was planning a grand entertainment party and cocktail event in Miami.

Since June, when Paladin Media went public, its skyrocketing valuation had made it a beacon of attention and an industry trendsetter.

And Milo Blackburn himself, with his monumental achievements and magnetic presence, had captured the world’s fascination.

Within hours of the news breaking, everyone connected to the entertainment world—whether from Hollywood, the Oscars, the Grammys, or television circles—began investigating the entry requirements for this event hosted by the world’s richest man and the leading media conglomerate.

It wasn’t just about trying to curry favor with Milo Blackburn—though, given the chance, most would undoubtedly want to.

But with over a thousand attendees expected, even if Milo Blackburn was approachable, it would be impossible for him to personally engage with everyone in the limited time of a single cocktail party.

So, while getting noticed by Milo was a long shot, attending the party was still a coveted opportunity.

For most stars and industry giants, being noticed wasn’t even the primary concern.

What mattered was being present.

For instance:

If Star A and Star B were currently of similar status and competing in the media and entertainment world, but it was revealed that Star A had received an invitation from Milo Blackburn while Star B had not, this could significantly disadvantage Star B in their rivalry moving forward.

This is just like the Vanity Fair party after the Oscars.

Many celebrities actually don't want to attend.

But when the time comes, they have no choice but to go.

Because whoever doesn’t show up will feel awkward.

It’s likely their rivals will seize the opportunity to spread press releases,

claiming they’re past their prime or irrelevant in the industry.

Why else wouldn’t you be seen at the Vanity Fair party?

This event is similar.

The qualifications for entry, influenced by the unique atmosphere of the entertainment industry,

have become one of the many things people compete over.

This is one of the main reasons why most people in the entertainment industry

cannot tolerate not receiving an invitation.

When the news breaks,

everyone will frantically inquire about the requirements to get in.

"...Whew."

On the set of Saving Private Ryan,

Tom Hanks let out a sigh of relief after taking a phone call.

Then, this actor—arguably the biggest male movie star in America at the moment—

turned to two men standing nearby, the DreamWorks studio founders, Steven Spielberg and David Geffen,

and smiled.

“Oh, Jason just told me that Paladin Media invited me to attend a media circle gala in Miami on the 15th of this month.”

It was already dark outside.

The crew was still working—there were plenty of night scenes in Saving Private Ryan.

“That’s hardly surprising,” David Geffen said with a smile.

“You’re Tom Hanks. It’d be shocking if Paladin Media didn’t invite you.”

Tom gave a modest smile.

At that moment, David Geffen—possibly the wealthiest gay man in history—looked over at his partner.

“Steven, are you going? The 15th seems to clash with the party you’re hosting.”

Steven Spielberg adjusted his glasses and gave a wry smile.

“I’ve already told my butler to postpone my party by two days. I’m worried that if I don’t go, that gentleman might misunderstand.”

David Geffen nodded.

He understood Spielberg’s dilemma.

If Tom Hanks is the face of American male movie stars right now,

then Spielberg is the face of American directors.

If less important stars or executives are invited but don’t show up,

it might not matter much.

But if figures like them are invited and don’t attend,

the host might take it personally.

Especially given the history of that gentleman in the industry.

The public doesn’t know much, just some rumors.

But top-tier insiders like them know at least some terrifying truths.

Take Robert Downey Jr., a promising young star and future superstar.

He died in his own bathtub.

And afterward, there was no fallout whatsoever.

Back then, that gentleman didn’t even have the level of influence or wealth he holds now.

Two years later,

that gentleman’s power has soared.

No one wants to risk dying in their own bathtub for offending him.

“We can all take my jet there,”

said the wealthy and generous David Geffen.

Spielberg and Tom Hanks both nodded.

Hanks even chuckled and said,

“Wow, just imagining it makes me excited. The attendees will probably outshine the Vanity Fair Oscars party.”

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The next day, in Los Angeles,

Beverly Hills.

At the top of the hills, inside a mansion that could easily be called an estate,

News Corp Chairman Rupert Murdoch,

the Australian-born global media mogul,

was having breakfast, attended by his newlywed wife, Wendi Deng.

“… Since even you’ve called, of course I’ll attend.”

“The 15th, right? I’ll definitely be there.”

“Alright, then. Have a wonderful day.”

“See you in Miami.”

“…”

Wendi Deng watched her elderly husband hang up the phone.

She didn’t say much,

but instead carefully spread another layer of butter on his favorite sandwich—

a salmon sandwich with an excessive amount of butter,

Murdoch’s favorite food.

After ending the call, Murdoch sat in thought for a while.

Then he looked up at his gentle and reserved wife,

whom he adored both in life and at work.

“Wendi, do you know who just called?”

“Who was it?” Wendi Deng asked with a smile.

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Actually, she knew.

When Murdoch took the call earlier, he didn’t avoid her at all.

A few words from Milo, and she immediately knew who had called Murdoch.

Sure enough.

“It’s Milo Blackburn.”

Maybe it was the urge to share.

Or maybe it was that Murdoch had already concluded his assessment of Wendi Deng and deemed her trustworthy.

The old man, nibbling on the buttered salmon sandwich his wife had thoughtfully cut into small pieces, spoke softly:

“He’s invited me to a party he’s hosting in Miami on the 15th of this month.”

“Oh, oh!” Wendi Deng responded with a look of surprise, as if she had just remembered something.

“Last night, at Jedlyn’s party, I think I heard someone mention that event.”

Jedlyn, full name Jedlyn Eisner, was the wife of Michael Eisner, the chairman of Disney.

Among the wives of media moguls, there was, of course, a diplomatic social circle.

Despite her youth and less prestigious background compared to the older women, Wendi Deng had successfully secured her place in this circle through persistent effort.

“Hmm, word about this party is spreading like wildfire. Some people are even saying that receiving an invitation to this event is the mark of a truly significant figure in American entertainment.”

Murdoch nodded in agreement.

Conversely, not receiving an invitation would prove you’re not an important person in the industry.

“I initially thought only celebrities would attend,” Wendi Deng remarked. “But it seems the guest list curated by Paladin Media is of a much higher caliber.”

Murdoch appreciated his wife’s subtle flattery.

He felt a pang of regret for not meeting Wendi Deng earlier—a wife so gentle, understanding, and capable was indeed a tremendous asset.

“Not just me,” Murdoch continued after finishing a bite of his sandwich and sipping his coffee. “It seems Blackburn is thinking of expanding his network. He told me he’s planning to invite every media group chairman across the United States.”

“And what’s absurd is, he’ll likely succeed in getting all of them to come.”

At this, Murdoch sighed.

Honestly, Murdoch knew that if it were him or News Corp organizing a party of similar scale, he could probably attract most of Hollywood’s stars, directors, and even some of the big names from the Grammys and Emmys.

But to gather media moguls, including himself?

Rupert knew that neither he nor News Corp had enough pull.

Take Newhouse and Hearst, giants of the publishing world—without substantial benefits, they wouldn’t show up.

But Milo was different.

“For crying out loud,” Murdoch muttered, “he’s not just the chairman of Paladin Media. He’s also the nephew of the governor of Texas, the grandson of the President of the United States, the son of the Secretary of Defense, and the son-in-law of a Rockefeller!”

After delivering this long statement, Murdoch felt he finally understood the mindset of Hollywood’s ordinary stars when they encountered Milo Blackburn two or three years ago.

Because he realized that facing Milo now felt like the same power imbalance those stars had experienced back then.

“Make a note of this and mark it on my schedule,” he said, waving his hand to stop his wife from offering further reassurance.

“You’ll come with me,” he added.

This made Wendi Deng’s already bright smile even more radiant.

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*Three days later.*

*August 10, 1997.*

*Morning.*

*Mar-a-Lago.*

Drip, drip—

In the bathroom, Milo turned off the water and used his hands to wipe the droplets off his face, moving upward.

He slicked his hair back forcefully, grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and picked up another towel to dry his face and damp hair as he walked out of the bathroom.

He saw Angela Lindvall and Carmen Kass still sprawled on the memory foam mattress, refusing to move.

He couldn’t help but tease, “Well, my little kittens, aren’t you planning to get up yet?”

Eighteen-year-old Carmen Kass was fast asleep, showing no signs of waking.

Seventeen-year-old Angela, not yet the sly fox she would someday become, was more like a mischievous cub. She opened her eyes and coquettishly rolled them at Milo without responding to his jest.

After spending over a week together, Angela and the other Victoria’s Secret models had more or less figured out the boss’s quirks.

The boss often indulged in mischief.

When his mischievous side kicked in, the best way to handle it was to ignore him.

Otherwise, he’d only double down, leaving them both embarrassed and... oddly satisfied.

Milo raised an eyebrow and sat on the edge of the Simmons mattress, beginning to put on his clothes. “I’ve prepared several insurance contracts for you all. Take a look at them together later,” he said.

“Alright, I guess this marks the official beginning of my life as a mistress,” Angela quipped self-deprecatingly without rejecting the idea.

“And ‘you all’? Looks like there’s quite a few,” she added with a smile.

“Haha, if you think of it that way, you’re only creating trouble for yourself,” Milo replied, fastening the buttons of his shirt. “As celebrities, we’re simply choosing to protect our privacy by keeping our meetings discreet.”

“Ha, okay, I’ll accept that reasoning. It’s very convincing,” Angela Lindvall chuckled, raising an eyebrow and laughing so hard she almost fell over. She was left speechless by his strong justification.

“Well, I’ve got to go now; I’ve got important matters to handle,” Milo said, leaning down to kiss Angela, and then planting another kiss on the lips of the still-sleeping Carmen Kass. With a playful smirk, he teased them both before leaving the master bedroom of the Mar-a-Lago estate.

Walking through the corridor, he descended the stairs to the first floor.

In the grand living room of the estate, he saw several Victoria’s Secret models, including Gisele Bündchen, as well as the “New York Five,” who still hadn’t left.

He kissed Gisele Bündchen on the cheek before motioning for Claudia Schiffer, who was standing beside her, to come closer.

Without hesitation, in front of over a dozen supermodels and the New York Five, Milo kissed both women deeply, one after the other, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He waved to them afterward and finally left.

Yes, besides Gisele Bündchen, Milo had been rather busy these past few days.

Claudia Schiffer, Carmen Kass, Angela Lindvall, and Gisele Bündchen—he had “spent time” with all four.

The term “spent time” might sound a bit ridiculous, given that this was modern America, not ancient China or medieval Europe.

But the reality was that, the day after he was with Gisele, he had invited Claudia Schiffer into his room. Though initially hesitant, she joined him that night—and, much to Gisele’s surprise, ended up staying with them both.

As for Angela Lindvall and Carmen Kass, they had crossed paths with Milo at the indoor swimming pool yesterday afternoon.

The sight of them, like mermaids in the water, had been too tempting for Milo to resist. What followed was a seamless encounter, almost too perfect to be real, like something out of a simulation game.

For Milo, winning over these fashion-world models was as simple as playing a game with cheat codes.

If he had wanted to, he could have gathered every woman at the estate—excluding the New York Five, of course—whether it was the female bodyguards, maids, or Victoria’s Secret models, and had them all in one place.

And if he were so inclined, he could have asked everyone to strip, leaving him as the only man in the room without clothes.

The pleasures of the wealthy are truly unimaginable to ordinary people.

The joys of being both rich and privileged can be so extraordinary that even novels fail to describe them adequately. Or, if they did, they’d barely scratch the surface before facing censorship.

Back in the living room, after Milo had left, the models and the New York Five turned their attention to Gisele and Claudia, who had just kissed Milo in front of everyone.

Young Gisele, not yet the future “Gisele Bündchen” of fame, felt somewhat embarrassed under all the curious stares.

Claudia Schiffer, however, was unfazed. At 27, she had already spent over a decade in the industry. She remained composed in the face of the other women’s inquisitive glances.

“Good morning, ladies! Have you all had breakfast yet? I’m starving—I didn’t get to sleep until after three last night!” Claudia said nonchalantly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, Angela appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a silk robe and freshly groomed, with Carmen Kass in a matching robe trailing behind her.

Angela, ever playful, walked up to Gisele and Claudia.

“Well, looks like I’m one of you now! Who would’ve thought our big boss is just as powerful in bed as he is out of it? What a pleasant surprise, right?” Angela teased with a sly grin.

“Oh, and Milo…”

“Carmen was practically in tears!”

“Same here! I bled so much—the pool water turned red!”

“......”

Her words were too bold.

Carmen Kass’s face turned red at the remarks.

Gisele was stunned.

Claudia, however, burst out laughing.

She didn’t expect this American girl to be so daring, openly shouting such things in front of so many people.

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Enough about Victoria’s Secret matters.

Inside the car speeding along Miami's sunny roads.

“Is everyone in place? Then prepare accordingly, stay hidden, and wait for my signal.”

Milo, looking delighted, smirked as he watched the Miami scenery zip past through the car window.

The morning sunlight in Miami scattered like fragments of gold, shining through the car windows and casting a dazzling glow over the coastline.

Skyscrapers stood tall alongside the azure ocean, palm trees swayed gracefully, and the tropical vibe was almost palpable. Every frame felt like a meticulously designed postcard, refreshing and breathtaking.

More than an hour later, before 11 a.m.

In Florida, at the Trump International Golf Club in West Palm Beach.

Fluffy white clouds floated in the bright blue sky. Sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds, making the verdant hills look even fresher.

The trees surrounding the area swayed their lush branches gently in the breeze. The clear lake, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, rippled slightly, hinting that summer had arrived.

“Thwack,” the sound of a club hitting a ball echoed. The white golf ball soared high in an arc before landing with a splash in the water.

“Did you see that, Don?” Milo shielded his eyes with his hand as he looked off into the distance. Turning to Trump, who was sitting under a parasol not far away, Milo raised his club and grinned, “That arc I hit was pretty spectacular.”

Trump sighed, shook his head, and covered his forehead, as if trying to convey he didn’t know Milo at all.

Of course, this was a private golf club. Other than them and a few caddies standing far off, there was no one else around.

Seemingly to emphasize his close bond with Milo, Trump quickly raised his head and shouted, “I’d suggest you figure out your direction better, Milo. That shot of yours veered completely off track.”

“Don’t you agree, Mr. McCarthy?”

Trump, smiling broadly, turned to look at Gary McCarthy, who was standing nearby, smiling and clapping.

Gary McCarthy was the head of the FBI’s Miami Field Office, overseeing all 13 FBI branches in the Miami area.

Simply put:

Except for the FBI Director and two Deputy Directors in Washington, as well as ten Assistant Directors,

he was the most powerful FBI official in the Miami region.

“No! Mr. Blackburn’s golf skills are excellent. It’s just that the wind today is a bit tricky,” Gary McCarthy said, still smiling, countering Trump’s dismissal of Milo’s golfing ability. “Blame it on that pesky wind. Of course, the sunlight and temperature also play a role. It’s not that Mr. Blackburn lacks skill.”

Gary McCarthy’s flattery made Trump grumble internally.

What a sycophant!

Trump had arrived in Miami two days earlier.

In truth, if not for having legitimate business, he would’ve come over as soon as Milo called to borrow Mar-a-Lago.

After wrapping up his work, Trump noticed a significant media buzz surrounding the grand August 15th gala at Mar-a-Lago.

By that point, nothing could stop him from heading to Miami!

The guy arrived two days ago but didn’t stay at Mar-a-Lago. Instead, he lodged at his golf club in Miami.

Last night, Milo asked him to call Gary McCarthy, the local FBI head, and invite him to the golf course.

When Trump made the call, Gary McCarthy initially declined immediately, claiming not to know a “Donald Trump” or having heard of him.

Trump was fuming.

But just a few minutes later, Gary McCarthy called back.

He agreed.

His tone had shifted 180 degrees.

At that moment, Trump knew.

This guy had realized the invitation wasn’t really from him but from Milo.

And so, today’s golf outing came to be.

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End of Chapter