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*Chapter 491: "I’ll Be Gentle with You"*

The next day, the American media was buzzing, especially entertainment outlets. Newspapers, TV channels, and online platforms were dominated by three major headlines.

The first headline celebrated the premiere of The Devil Wears Prada, which opened to a stunning $13 million at the box office. Media analysts predicted the film’s first-week earnings would easily exceed $50 million—an impressive feat for a movie with a $35 million budget, marking it as a surefire sleeper hit.

The movie’s success catapulted its two leading ladies, Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep, into the spotlight.

However, even the supporting actress, Ms. Kate Kelly, gained significant attention.

The buzz around her ranged from praise for her stunning presence—terms like "dazzling," "breathtakingly beautiful," and "timelessly elegant" were abundant—to critiques of her acting skills. Some said her beauty overshadowed her performance.

One commentator even joked, "As long as Kate stands on screen, doing nothing at all, I’d still buy a ticket."

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The second headline also involved Kate Kelly and The Devil Wears Prada.

During interviews on the red carpet the night before, both Luca and Kate inadvertently let slip a bombshell—Britney Spears was confirmed to be pregnant.

This revelation sent shockwaves across the media. The news of pop superstar Britney’s unwed pregnancy was colossal, prompting endless coverage and speculation.

Some applauded Britney for keeping the news under wraps for so long, while others criticized the paparazzi for not uncovering it sooner.

But the bulk of public ire was aimed at one man: the "scumbag" Luca.

For years, Luca had strung Britney along, yet he hadn’t given her a shred of commitment.

Sharp-eyed reporters uncovered an even more damning detail: while Britney was recuperating in Germany during her pregnancy, Luca hadn’t visited her even once.

The backlash was fierce. Online, he was branded the “#1 Scumbag in the Universe,” with one user suggesting he be tied to a rocket and sent to another planet to “ruin alien lives instead.” That comment alone garnered tens of thousands of likes.

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The second headline quickly snowballed into the day’s biggest story: “Exposing Luca’s Trashy Love Life.”  

Some media outlets gleefully revisited his extensive list of scandals. From 2003 to 2006, Luca had reportedly been involved with dozens of female celebrities, including Britney, Gisele Bündchen, Scarlett Johansson, and Lindsay Lohan. Practically every actress he worked with—plus a few he hadn’t, like Anne Hathaway—was linked to him.

A shocking realization dawned on the public: in just three years, Luca had allegedly wreaked havoc on half of Hollywood. His preference? Any woman who was beautiful and sexy, regardless of age—whether in her 40s, 30s, 20s, or even teens.

This led to a chilling question: If Luca were given three more years, what would happen to Hollywood?  

“Yikes!” Many readers gasped, labeling Luca a "radioactive hazard" too toxic to remain in the industry.

“Luca, get out!”

“Down with Scumbag Luca!”

“Kick Luca out of Hollywood!”

The comments section on every article was flooded with demands for Luca to leave the country. The public was outraged.

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“Hahaha!”

“This is amazing! Absolutely amazing!”

At his luxurious home, Brad Pitt read the articles and online comments with unrestrained delight, knocking back three glasses of whiskey in celebration. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good! Hahaha!”

“What are you laughing about, Brad?” Angelina Jolie asked as she descended the stairs.

“Angie, take a look at this!” Brad chuckled, puffing on a cigar. “The media and the internet are filled with people demanding that Brazilian punk get kicked out. Some even suggested starting a petition to have the government deport him. This time, that brat is finished! Hahaha!”

“Really?” Angelina glanced at the headlines casually, her lush lips curling subtly. “It won’t work. That guy’s done well in the U.S. these past few years. He’s made a lot of money for movie studios, and he’s paid plenty in taxes.

“Word is, he’s even a minor shareholder in YouTube, with a net worth in the hundreds of millions—maybe even $200–300 million. Who’s going to kick out someone like that?”

“A minor shareholder worth millions?” Brad sneered. “That must be some PR stunt he cooked up to look rich. Hah! Tch!”

Angelina smirked faintly. “Maybe. But I’ve heard his sister, Kate Kelly, is an advocate in the feminist movement. You know how powerful that crowd can be—they could easily shield him.

“Plus, that guy has connections—Jennifer Aniston, Woody Allen, Tom Hanks, Tom Cruise, and so on. Rumor has it he’s close to Mr. Tompson’s eldest daughter, and he knows people like the Hearst CEO’s granddaughter and Paris Hilton. He’s also linked to the fashion and publishing worlds, as well as Hollywood.”

“Hmph! Just because he knows them doesn’t mean they’ll stick their necks out for him. When I blacklisted him for over two years back in ’04, did anyone come to his defense? They’ve only known him for a couple of years. How deep could their ties be?”

Brad’s disdain was palpable.

Angelina nodded slightly, her smile faint. “You’re probably right. Most of those women likely saw him as a passing fling. Now that his reputation is in ruins, they’ll probably want nothing to do with him.”

“Exactly!” Brad agreed with a smug laugh.

“Brad, you called for me?”

Wilson entered the living room.

“I’ll leave you to talk,” Angelina said, leaving the room.

"Wilson, did you catch the news today? Especially the story about that Brazilian bumpkin?"

Pitt sat comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed, looking quite smug.

"I did. Pitt, are you planning to go after Luca?"

Wilson asked.

**"Exactly. Public sentiment is in our favor now. I’m giving you full authority to deploy all resources and spare no expense to blacklist him. Ban everything he’s associated with: his movies, his screenplays, his productions—even advertisements he’s in.

This time, I want him completely out of Hollywood and out of my sight. I don’t even want to see his name in the news ever again."**

Pitt puffed on a cigar, his tone full of menace.

"Wilson, can you do it?"

"...No."

Wilson replied flatly.

"What? You’re saying ‘no’? That guy has angered the masses, and with so many people against him, you’re saying we can’t blacklist him?"

Pitt roared in frustration.

"Yes, Pitt. You asked me to target his films, but that’s not a smart move. Our own production, The Departed, is about to premiere. If we boycott him now, it’s us who’ll suffer the most."

Wilson explained calmly.

Pitt froze. The Departed was slated for early September, and their $90 million investment heavily relied on Plan B’s involvement.

Bam!

Pitt kicked the coffee table hard.

"Call Director Martin. I want that jerk’s scenes cut!"

"That’s not practical. Luca’s scenes, though limited, are critical. To remove them, we’d need Martin’s consent, approval from the distributors, and from Ms. Aniston as well—she’s one of the producers."

Before Wilson could finish, Pitt exploded in anger.

**"Damn it! Damn it! How did it come to this?!

I’ll kill him! I’ll kill that bumpkin!"**

"Did you hear that? Someone wants you dead, little guy. Are you scared?"

On a deck chair by the backyard pool, Julie glanced toward the living room and spoke into her phone with a playful smile.

"A little. This morning, I ran into a Britney fan at the supermarket. The moment she saw me, she yelled, ‘There’s Luca, the scumbag!’ and threw eggs at me. Luckily, I ran fast, or I’d be the Eggman today."

"Hahaha~"

Julie stifled her laughter and teased softly, "Don’t you think you deserve it? Scumbags should meet this kind of fate."

"Alright, alright, I deserve it. Once Lima gives birth, I plan to spend some time back in Brazil. The U.S. feels too dangerous now. I can’t even go out without wearing a bulletproof vest."

"You’re really wearing one?"

Julie chuckled.

"Yep. Honestly, I didn’t want to, but Kate insisted. I had no choice."

"Good. You should wear it. Don’t forget bulletproof underwear too. I’m warning you: even if your face gets damaged, Mr. Big better remain intact—it belongs to me, just on loan to you."

"...Alright."

The voice on the other end sounded defeated.

Julie giggled and said softly, "Darling, there’s another reason I called today."

"What is it?"

"I bought a book recently, and a lot of what’s in it feels oddly familiar—like things I’ve personally experienced. And only you and I know about them. Did you leak it?"

"Uh, what book?"

"Fifty Shades of Grey."

The phone went silent for a moment, followed by a coughing fit. "Sorry, choked on some water. That book? I’ve read it too. Total coincidence."

"Why do you sound nervous?"

Julie narrowed her eyes.

"I’m not! The book has nothing to do with me. Why would I be nervous?"

"Really? I looked into the publishing details of Fifty Shades. It’s from the same publisher as Twilight, with overlapping editorial staff. Don’t tell me that’s a coincidence too?"

Julie’s voice grew quieter but more piercing.

"I... uh..."

"Little guy, be honest. Did you share our private moments with Kate?"

"No! I didn’t tell anyone!"

"No? Then did you write the book yourself?"

"...Yes."

"What? You really wrote it?"

Julie’s tone shifted to surprise. "That book has been translated into over 20 languages and sold more than 30 million copies worldwide. You’re a bestselling author?"

"Yes, Julie. I’m sorry."

"Hmph! You think one apology is enough? You turned our private lives into a story for hundreds of millions to read! Hundreds of millions!"

Julie suddenly felt a rush of emotions. She twisted her legs and bit her lip, her face flushing deeply.

"You little pervert. This time, you owe me. When you come over, I’m taking charge—I’ll be the player, and you’re not allowed to resist. Got it?"

"...Alright."

The voice on the phone sounded pitiful.

Julie covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don’t worry, little monster. I’ll be gentle with you. Hahaha~"

(End of Chapter)

*Chapter 492: Turns Out Luca Is the Ultimate Cheat Code*

After hanging up the phone, Luca shook his head. Just thinking about his next date made his back ache.

He picked up his phone and browsed the internet, only to find the news filled with hate.

“Scumbags like him should die!”

“Luca, get lost!”

“Never watching this scumbag’s movies again!”

The harsh comments weren’t easy on him. He turned off his phone, not wanting to add to his misery.

Luca decided to hole up in the hospital for a while. No internet, no TV, no newspapers—if he didn’t see it, the gossip couldn’t hurt him.

“Luca! Come here for a second!”

From across the lawn, Miranda was waving at him, surrounded by Kate, Lima, Lima’s cousin, and four or five expectant mothers. The group was happily chatting.

“What’s up?” Luca asked as he walked over.

“Berna and the others want to see what a scumbag looks like. Come over so they can get a good look,” Miranda teased, pointing at the pregnant women.

Luca’s face darkened. He turned around and walked away.

“Such a spoilsport. Is the scumbag afraid of being seen?” Miranda called after him, rolling her eyes.

Luca snorted. This girl needs to be taught a lesson. Next time, I’ll show her who’s boss.  

Back in the private gym of the medical center, he threw himself into an intense workout. As long as he kept lifting weights, he wouldn’t have to think about anything or deal with any problems.

After five days of relentless training, Luca’s muscles had grown noticeably bigger, much to the amazement of Miranda and the others.

On the fifth day, Ed walked into the gym with a dark expression, looking like everyone owed him money.

“Ed, has the storm blown over?” Luca asked, putting down the barbell.

“Nope!” Ed slumped into a chair. “This mess is huge. It’s not going away anytime soon. Right now, the media is hunting for you and Britney. Since they can’t find either of you, the news is losing its edge, and people don’t have an outlet for their anger.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? Why the long face?” Luca chuckled.

Ed rubbed his face. “My face is long, thank you very much.”

“Haha, just kidding. So, how bad is the backlash now?”

“Pretty bad. Newspapers are calling you a ‘dream destroyer,’ accusing you of ruining Britney’s superstar image and shattering countless fans’ dreams. They’re also calling you a con artist, a homewrecker, and the person responsible for corrupting Hollywood. Some are even demanding you be kicked out of America.”

“Hollywood’s purity? What a joke!” Luca burst out laughing.

Ed shrugged. “That’s the mainstream media. They’re sticking to the facts and keeping it somewhat civil.

“But online, it’s a different story. Every article about you has comment sections filled with ‘Scumbag Luca’ and ‘Get out of America!’ insults.

“There’s even a series of online polls labeling you ‘The Most Unpopular Foreign Actor of the 21st Century’ and ‘The Universe’s Biggest Scumbag.’ You’ve racked up about seven or eight negative titles.

“And that’s just the highlights. If you dared to go online or pick up a newspaper, you’d see how badly your reputation has tanked. Pretty much every outlet is running with the story.”

“That’s it? No one’s calling for a boycott of my movies?”

“You want a boycott?” Ed looked at him incredulously.

“Not really. It just feels like a lot of noise with no real consequences.”

Ed shook his head. “You’ve been hiding out here in the hospital. Even if there’s thunder, it won’t strike you.

“Meanwhile, I’ve been ambushed by reporters over 20 times in the past few days. They even shoved microphones under bathroom stalls! Protesters have been showing up at the office, demanding we terminate your contracts and kick you out of the country.”

“Is that so? Well, no need for them to kick me out. Once Lima gives birth, we’ll head back to Brazil and wait for things to blow over.”

“Probably the best option,” Ed admitted before leaving the hospital.

Public outrage against Luca continued to simmer, with people calling him unworthy of Britney and accusing him of fraud. But on August 1, a bombshell dropped from Wall Street that shifted the narrative.

On that day, Google finalized its acquisition of YouTube for $2.05 billion, making the platform officially part of Google.

Word got out that YouTube’s largest shareholder was none other than the so-called scumbag Luca, who owned 41.5% of the company. Overnight, Luca became a billionaire with a net worth of nearly $1 billion.

“What? He’s YouTube’s biggest shareholder?”

“Luca’s that rich? We’ve been cursing out a billionaire?”

“God, $1 billion! Turns out Luca’s a big shot!”

“Mr. Kelly, it’s me—your long-lost son!”

“Daddy Luca!!!”

The news left everyone stunned.

The public’s opinion began to shift. Instead of vilifying Luca, people grew curious about his wealth and success story. The media also changed its tone, pivoting from gossip to covering “Luca Kelly’s Road to Riches.”

A clip of Luca from a McDonald’s meeting with YouTube CTO Steven Chen and director John Ahn went viral. In it, Luca predicted the rise of short video platforms, declaring, “Everyone can be a director, even kids.” His vision had become reality in just three years.

By mid-August, Forbes listed Luca among the world’s ten youngest billionaires, ranking him eighth. He also topped the list of self-made billionaires under 30.

“Luca, with $1 billion in the bank, what’s your plan?” Miranda teased.

“Any suggestions?” Luca asked, shaking a baby bottle.

“Hmm, how about buying a building on First Avenue? Real estate’s hot right now. Then get a private jet for globe-trotting, a four-story yacht, and a private island with a mansion. What do you think?”

“Sure, buy them all!”

“Really?” Miranda’s eyes lit up.

“Just kidding! Why are you daydreaming?” Luca laughed, pushing her face aside as he fed the baby in the crib.

The little one, born on August 1, 2006, was a chubby boy named Luis Lima Kelly—a name chosen by Lima and Kate, which Luca didn’t oppose.

“You jerk! Didn’t you just say yes?” Miranda protested, smacking his shoulder.

“Who controls the family finances, huh?”

“Ugh, of course! Even if you had $10 billion, you wouldn’t spend a cent without Kate’s approval. Fine, I’m going to ask her to buy that plane!”

“Go ahead.” Luca chuckled.

While YouTube’s sale netted Luca $50 million in cash and over 1.6 million Google shares, he and Kate now jointly held 3.11% of Google, with a combined net worth of $2.5 billion.

With such wealth, they could afford luxuries like planes and islands. But Luca wasn’t interested. Investing was the better option.

The question was: what should they invest in next?

That thought lingered in Luca’s mind.

Chapter 493: $20 Million for Baby Formula

"Hey, Katelima, Luca just said he wants to buy a private jet, a luxury yacht, and throw parties on the ocean with a bunch of beautiful women. Should we teach him a lesson?"

"Did he really say that?"

"Yes! Luca's gotten so full of himself now that he’s rich. Back when he was just a small-time millionaire, he already attracted so many women. Now that he’s a billionaire, he’ll probably cheat every day, like seven or eight times a day. I think we should stock up on baseball bats and give him a warning or two."

"Haha, good idea. You go buy them later."

"OK!"

At the staircase, Luca almost stumbled, barely managing to keep the little guy in his arms from falling.

"Miranda, do you really want to get smacked?"

Seeing him, Miranda stuck out her tongue. "Am I wrong? You used to be such a playboy. Now that you're rich, it’s bound to get worse. Stocking up on baseball bats is just being proactive!"

"Is that so? I have a feeling those bats might end up being used on you one day," Luca sneered, curling his lips.

"Not a chance!" Miranda quickly took a step back, clutching her backside.

"Enough, you two! Stop with the threats. It’s bad for family harmony. What if little Louis grows up with issues because of this?"

Kate glared at them, put down her newspaper, and stood up to take the baby from Luca.

"Where’s the bottle?" Lima asked.

"I just fed him. Louis has a great appetite. He finished a whole bottle in ten minutes! Amazing, just like his dad," Luca said, kissing the baby’s soft cheek.

Blurp!  

The baby spat up, splattering Luca’s face.

The room fell silent for three seconds before erupting into laughter. Lima doubled over on the couch, Kate laughed so hard she nearly dropped the baby, and Miranda was on the floor, unable to stand upright. She crawled a few steps, pulled out her camera, and started snapping pictures.

Luca wiped his face and lightly poked the baby’s nose. "You little ingrate! I feed you every day, and this is how you repay me?"

"Step aside!" Lima pushed his hand away, gently patting the baby’s back. "You have to feed him slower. Divide the bottle into three parts. If you make Louis drink so much at once, who else is he going to spit up on but you?"

"Good job, Louis! Great aim!" Miranda cackled.

"Whatever. He’s your responsibility now. There are three women in this house, and you still make me, a grown man, play nanny. Shame on you all," Luca muttered as he headed to the bathroom.

Ring, ring!  

His phone rang.

"Hey, Ed. What’s up?" Luca answered.

"Luca, now that you’re rich, are you still planning to act?"

"Of course! Acting is my profession. Until I retire, even if I become the richest man in the world, I’ll still act."

"Really? Then won’t that put pressure on your directors and co-stars? You’re a billionaire now. Would a director dare criticize you? And would other actors even risk touching you? If they accidentally hurt you, they couldn’t afford the consequences."

Ed chuckled.

"It’s fine. I’ll be careful."

Ed wasn’t wrong. Being too wealthy could make him an outlier in the acting world. Luca decided to keep a lower profile and maybe buy more insurance.

"Luca, are you sure you want to keep acting?"

"Yes."

"Alright. A lot of media outlets want to interview you. Will you accept? Becoming a billionaire has temporarily buried your past scandals, but the negative effects are still there. Doing some positive PR now would be smart. What do you think?"

"Let me think. Next week, I’m going with Lima to Brazil. The week after, I’m heading to Germany. I won’t be back until September. So, I only have one week. Can you fit it in?"

"No problem. I’ll cut some out and arrange for interviews with the most influential outlets. Can we start tomorrow?"

"OK!"

Starting the next day, Luca did interviews with over ten media outlets, including CNN, CBS, NBC, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and The Washington Post, as well as major financial magazines.

After a media blitz, public opinion in the U.S. gradually turned positive.

Through TV and newspapers, people learned more about him.

They saw him as a resilient individual, a courageous man, a visionary investor, a wise entrepreneur, and someone unbothered by trivial indulgences.

That said, the media didn’t completely gloss over his flaws, often mentioning his numerous scandals.

He was described as a man with broad interests, someone as frequent with affairs as with business ventures, and unapologetically indulgent in his desires—a quintessential "playboy."

These stories made him a youth icon, the embodiment of the American Dream.

Some women even said, "If I get married, I want to marry someone like Luca." He wasn’t just extraordinarily handsome and wealthy; he treated women well and was very responsible.

For example, Luca had been with Lima for over three years without breaking up—a record of commitment far surpassing 99.999% of men.

Rumors swirled that after Lima gave birth, Luca transferred a portion of his Google stock—worth tens of millions of dollars—into her name.

When this news broke, it sparked envy and admiration, with women jokingly clamoring to have his children.

To prevent trouble, Luca hired more security consultants to protect himself from opportunistic women.

"Luca, is it true you transferred over $25 million in stocks to Lima?"

In Rio de Janeiro, at Ambrosio’s house, Luca visited the pregnant Ambrosio, who was four months along but barely showing.

Luca set down his coffee and smiled. "Not quite $25 million. It’s actually $20 million. But Google’s stock is skyrocketing. In less than two years, it might exceed $100 million."

"$20 million is still a lot. Lima made the right choice. I made the wrong one," Ambrosio said.

"What do you mean?"

"You."

Ambrosio gave him a teasing look and smiled. "If I’d chosen you and had your child, would you have given me stocks too?"

"Probably. I can’t let my kids go hungry. The stocks are like baby formula money," Luca replied with a laugh.

This time, he hadn’t just given stocks to Lima but also to Katherine and George—$10 million each. Since they were minors, the assets were temporarily managed by Aniston.

In the future, no matter who had his children, Luca vowed to treat them equally and allocate appropriate "baby formula money."

But the more kids he had, the more "formula money" he’d need to hand out, and the greater the financial pressure. It became his driving force to keep earning more.

He set a personal goal: to distribute 100 shares of "baby formula money."

"Luca, you’re so generous. Lima really picked the right guy. People used to think she was silly for staying with you despite your philandering. Now they envy her, saying she had incredible foresight."

Ambrosio laughed.

Luca chuckled. "You’re insightful too. Other than cheating, Jamie doesn’t have any flaws."

"Are you mocking me?" Ambrosio rolled her eyes and playfully nudged his leg with her foot.

Luca smiled. "When’s Jamie coming back? I should leave soon."

"Wait a bit longer. I’m heading over to see Lima later too," Ambrosio said, grabbing his hand.

"Alright."

(End of Chapter)  

*Chapter 494: Reuniting with a Chubby Angel*

After spending over a week in Brazil to settle Lima and her child, Luca flew to a small town by Lake Constance in Germany. Britney was due to give birth soon. If he didn’t visit now, he’d have no face to meet the child later.

Lake Constance, located in southern Germany near Konstanz, lies at the foot of the Alps on the border of Germany, Switzerland, and Austria. Known for its beautiful scenery, it is a popular destination for health retreats and tourism.

As Luca exited the airport in Konstanz, he was greeted by Ms. Felicia, who had come to pick him up.

“Good morning, Felicia!” Luca greeted her with a smile.

“Why are you here? Where’s Kate?” Felicia asked directly.

“Kate is in Rio handling some matters. She’ll come in a few days,” Luca replied. He was here under Kate’s name; otherwise, he’d never have received such treatment.

Felicia snorted lightly and turned to get into the car.

Luca chuckled, unfazed by her attitude. As a self-proclaimed player, he was used to being given the cold shoulder. If someone welcomed him warmly, he’d be on high alert instead.

“How’s Britney doing?” Luca asked as the car started.

“What do you think?” Felicia shot back.

“Not great, I’d guess. She’s pregnant, alone in a foreign country, with only a few of you to care for her while avoiding paparazzi. It can’t be easy.”

“Oh, so you do understand. Then why ask? To seem considerate? Or to soothe your guilty conscience?” Felicia sneered.

In just a few sentences, Luca found himself questioning his entire existence. He had no idea how to continue the conversation.

“Britney, are you up? Didn’t we agree you’d wake up at nine?” Felicia asked over the phone.

Luca smirked. Lazy Britney must’ve become even lazier—who knew to what extent?

“Kate? Kate’s not here,” Felicia glanced at Luca. “It’s someone you least want to see. Yes, that guy.”

A gasp came from the phone. “No! Tell Luca to leave! I’m not ready to see him!”

Felicia smirked and put the call on speaker. “Are you sure? I can have him get out of the car and fly back now.”

“Wait, Felicia! How about you show Luca around Lake Constance for a few days? Let me prepare myself first,” Britney suggested hesitantly.

“Take him sightseeing? Do I look like I’ve got nothing better to do?” Felicia retorted.

“Then what do I do? I’m so fat, I haven’t even washed my face!” Britney’s voice was full of frustration.

Luca chuckled. “Britney, I’ve always told you, I think you look better with a little extra weight.”

“Ugh!” Felicia gagged. “Stop. That’s so cheesy. Say one more word, and I’ll drive us into the lake.”

“I’m just being honest,” Luca said with a laugh.

“Really?” Britney asked cautiously.

“Of course! You know, I used to be really heavy—around 300 pounds in 2001. No matter how much weight you’ve gained, it can’t compare to that,” Luca reassured her.

“Wrong! Britney’s 450 pounds now. Her face is bigger than a platter, her legs are as thick as elephant trunks, and when she walks, the whole building shakes,” Felicia teased mercilessly.

“That’s not true! I’ve been exercising every day. I’ve just gained a little weight, that’s all!” Britney yelled defensively.

“A little? Last time at the zoo, you played on the seesaw with an elephant, and you lifted it right off the ground,” Felicia quipped.

“Ahhh! Felicia, shut up! I’m not that fat! Luca, don’t listen to her nonsense. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself later. I’ve just gained a tiny bit!”

“Alright, see you soon,” Luca said, still chuckling.

“Wait!” Britney hesitated. “The scenery by Lake Constance is beautiful in the morning. There’s a great breakfast spot by the lake. Why don’t you two take a walk and have breakfast first? Felicia, this is your task. If you come back too early, I won’t open the door.”

“Fine. I’ll take Luca for a walk and breakfast. I remember your favorite hazelnut bread from that cafe—want me to bring some back?” Felicia teased.

Gulp. The sound of someone swallowing could be heard over the phone.

“No, thank you. I’m on a diet,” Britney said firmly.

“You can eat and then diet. How will you have the energy to lose weight if you don’t eat?”

“Emm~ alright then. I’ll just eat a little bit. I’ll eat my fill and then start dieting.”

“Okay!” Felicia hung up the phone.

Luca smiled and said, “Felicia, thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” Felicia asked.

“Thank you for always being there for Britney. Seeing her this happy is all thanks to you.”

“Hmph, you’ve got a few things wrong. First, Britney and I are good friends, so it’s only natural that I take care of her. Second, I’m her executive assistant; looking after her is part of my job. And third, she already dumped you a long time ago. You two have nothing to do with each other anymore. Why are you thanking me?”

Luca scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. “I’m the father of her child. Can I thank you on the child’s behalf?”

“Fine, I’ll grudgingly accept that!”

Felicia steered the car around the Upper Lake area of Lake Constance.

Lake Constance is the largest freshwater lake in Germany. Since it provides drinking water to surrounding cities, the water quality is exceptional—blue-green, clear, and home to freshwater salmon and trout.

The lakeshore is dotted with numerous medieval buildings, such as the Church of St. George, the Church of St. Mary and St. Mark, and the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul. All are Gothic-style with pointed red roofs, marble walls, and an elegant, classic charm.

After driving around, Felicia brought Luca to a lakeside café, where they enjoyed an authentic German breakfast: rye bread, slices of ham, mixed cereal, and a local specialty—herbed trout fillet, which was fresh and delicious.

“Britney, we’re heading back now. Are you ready?” Felicia called on the phone.

“So soon? I’m still getting changed,” Britney replied.

“What are you changing for? You’re pregnant! Fine, fine, hurry up!”

By 10 a.m., the two had left the café. Britney’s place wasn’t far, located in a lakeside villa on the left bank. Surrounded by blue skies, white clouds, and scenic mountain views, the three-story Gothic building had flower boxes filled with vibrant purple-red blooms on every windowsill.

“Britney, open the door. I forgot my keys,” Felicia called at the door.

“You’re here!”

The second-floor window opened, and Britney leaned out, resting on the windowsill. Her golden hair flowed down, and she wore a sweet smile. Her cheeks looked fuller than before but still as lovely as ever.

“Britney!” Luca gazed up at her, wanting to say something but not knowing what.

“Luca, do I look fat?” Britney asked with a smile.

“No, you’re even more beautiful now, like an angel painted on a church ceiling.”

“Ahem, are you two really going to chat out here?” Felicia interjected.

“Alright, alright, I’ll come open the door. Give me ten minutes!”

After more than ten minutes, Luca finally saw Britney. She was wearing a long white dress, styled like sleepwear, resembling a cloud gently floating down the staircase.

Luca quickly stepped forward and embraced her.

“Do I look fat?” Britney asked again.

“No, you’re perfect.”

Luca held her tightly.

(End of chapter)

*Chapter 495: Luca Has Too Many Sons*

"You said you were inspired to write a song when you saw me?"

"Yes, it's called See You Again."

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Another early morning at Lake Boden, Luca and Britney were walking along the path hand in hand. The blue sky, white clouds, and the picturesque view of the lake and mountains surrounded them. As they strolled, a flock of white seagulls took flight by the shore.

"See You Again? Sounds nice. Sing a few lines for me," Britney said.

"Here? Right now?"

"Of course! What, are you shy?" Britney teased with a smile.

"Not at all. I’m just worried I’ll scare the passersby."

"You won’t! You’re not that bad at singing. Come on, I want to hear you." Britney playfully tugged at his arm.

"Alright then."

Luca cleared his throat and softly began to hum:

*Days are long without you by my side,

When we meet again, I’ll open my heart wide.

Looking back, we’ve walked this journey hand in hand,

Until we reunite, I’ll wait and stand.*

When he got to the rap part, he recited it quickly instead of singing. A song that should have lasted three or four minutes took him ten.

"Well? What do you think?" Luca asked.

Britney rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Sing it again!"

"Alright."

This time, as Luca sang, Britney started humming along. By the end, she matched the tune perfectly, even better than Luca.

"How was it?" Luca asked again.

"The song is amazing. But your singing? A total mess," Britney teased with a sly grin.

Luca shrugged. "I told you I can’t sing. Without instruments, it’s like my voice is running around naked—pretty awkward."

Britney burst out laughing. "Let’s tidy up the song when we get back. I want to release it online before the baby is born."

"That soon?"

"Of course! It’s our gift to welcome the baby."

"Alright, whatever you say."

After circling the lake, they had a delicious breakfast at a small restaurant and then headed home. Britney immediately announced that she wanted to head to the studio to record the song.

"Are you serious? You’re pregnant. How can you sing?" Felicia protested.

"It’s just pregnancy, not a throat injury. Why can’t I sing? Felicia, this song is amazing—truly incredible."

"Alright, I’ll book the studio."

"Perfect!"

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On the third day, after finalizing the lyrics and melody of See You Again, Britney waddled her way into the recording studio with her pregnant belly.

Three days later, while she was belting out the high notes, her water suddenly broke. Luca panicked but, having witnessed Lima's delivery before, managed to keep his cool. He called Felicia and rushed Britney to the hospital.

The next evening, at the Constance University Medical Center, Britney safely delivered a chubby baby boy. He was fair, plump, and cried loudly the moment he was born, his voice resonating throughout the room.

"Luca, did you hear that? This little guy has such a powerful voice! His high notes are already stable. When he grows up, I’m teaching him to sing," Britney said from the hospital bed, looking vibrant and happy.

"Alright, let’s just hope he doesn’t inherit my tone-deafness," Luca chuckled, holding her hand.

"Don’t jinx it! Don’t say silly things," Britney scolded with a smile.

Luca smiled, “Don’t worry about the little guy for now. You’ve been working so hard. Take a nap.”

“It’s fine, I’m not tired!”

Britney smiled gently, leaning against him and gazing at the baby. Before long, she drifted off to sleep.

“On August 31st, Britney gave birth to a son in Germany. Both are doing well.”

The next day, this news appeared on the front pages of major newspapers worldwide. Alongside the headlines was a photo of Britney.

She was leaning against the hospital bed, flashing a peace sign at the camera with a beaming smile. In her arms was a tiny bundle wrapped in a blanket, with just two rosy little feet poking out.

The announcement caused an immediate sensation. People had only speculated that Britney was pregnant, but no one had concrete proof.

This time, Britney made a bold statement by appearing with her baby, clearly telling the world she was no longer just the singing, dancing girl everyone remembered—she was now a young mother.

The media’s reactions were mixed.

Some criticized her, saying, “Luca has completely ruined Britney. There’s no more Britney as we knew her.”

Others supported her: “Britney is so brave. She didn’t care about her superstar status or the gossip and chose to have her baby. She’s a courageous mother, and I hope she finds happiness.”

There were also those who felt that Britney was at the peak of her career, and having a baby now might not have been the best choice. However, they believed her decision should be respected.

Britney’s fans were heartbroken. There were so many good men in the world—why did she have to choose a jerk like him?

Sure, that jerk was wealthy, handsome, extremely talented, and treated women well, but so what? He was still a jerk. It was devastating that Britney had a baby with him.

Some fans even vowed to stop supporting her and never listen to her music again.

But just a couple of days later, Britney dropped a new song, See You Again, on music platforms.

There was no prior promotion, not even a teaser, but the song’s quality spoke for itself. It soared to the top of the Billboard Hot 100 in its first week, becoming Britney’s eighth chart-topping single.

Fans who had sworn to stop supporting her couldn’t resist. They listened to the song, were blown away, and sheepishly went back to being fans.

“Haha, Luca and Britney, congratulations! I can’t believe you two made it this far. Incredible,”

In the room, Britney was video chatting with Christina while Luca wandered in the background, holding the baby.

“Christina, being a mom feels amazing. When are you planning to have a baby?” Britney asked with a smile.

“No plans for now,” Christina replied, a cigarette in hand.

“Why not sooner? You’ve been married for a year already.”

“No rush. We’re thinking about it for next year.”

“Alright, but hurry up. I hope you have a daughter so she can be a girlfriend for my little Max.”

Cough, cough.

Christina choked on her cigarette and waved her hand. “No way! Please spare me!”

“Why not? Little Max looks just like Luca. He’s going to grow up to be a tall, handsome guy. Wouldn’t it be great to have a handsome boyfriend for your daughter?”

“No, not great at all. Luca’s a jerk, and his son... well…”

“Christina, that’s too much! How can you say that about little Max? If you have a daughter, I’ll make sure she dates him!” Britney said, laughing.

“Alright, we’ll see when I have a daughter.”

Christina secretly resolved that if she had a daughter, she would keep her far away from Luca’s son. Though, considering how many kids Luca might have, avoiding them all would be tricky.

“Britney, how much longer will you be in Germany? When are you coming back to the States?”

“We’re heading back next week. I’m throwing a birthday party at home, so make sure you come.”

“Got it!”

After ending the video call, Britney stretched out her arms. “Luca, bring me the baby. I feel so empty if I’m not holding him for even a moment.”

“Be careful,” Luca reminded her. “The little guy doesn’t like rock music. Don’t hold him and bounce around.”

“What do you mean ‘bounce around’? I’m building his sense of rhythm. When Max grows up, he’ll be a superstar!”

Britney held the baby, her face glowing with happiness. She kissed the little one. “Little Max, should Mommy sing for you? Mommy’s really good at singing. What song do you want to hear?”

“Sing a lullaby, not rock music. You might scare him,” Luca warned.

“I know! I’m his mom. I know how to take care of him,” Britney shot him a glare as she cradled the baby, singing and swaying.

“Waaahhh!”

Before long, the little one started crying again.

“Luca, come quick! He’s crying again. Come soothe him!”

“I’m coming! Be careful when you hold him. Support his back and head. Be gentle, and don’t shake him too much,” Luca said as he demonstrated, his tone full of patience. Teaching Britney how to care for the baby had been exhausting.

By mid-September, when the baby was ready to fly, Britney, Luca, and their entourage boarded a private jet back to New York.