Time had arrived in February.

In the first full week of February, Get Out still dominated the weekly box office charts as champion.

At the same time, some negative news began to spread.

Clearly, the massive box office success of Get Out had sparked dissatisfaction among producers of other films released around the same time.

In reports from some tabloids, they subtly compared Martin to a "white traitor" or "white skin, black heart".

Martin didn't care at all about this.

The black civil rights movement was growing stronger by the day, and speaking up for black people had become a trend across North America. Didn't you notice that the major newspapers didn't dare touch stories like this!?

As time passed, whether you hated black people, didn't hate them, or liked them, you had to like them—at least on the surface.

It had even reached the point where a film couldn't be released normally without a certain number of black actors. Look at Snow White and the Little Mermaid—they'd both been turned into black characters.

As for Get Out's box office, Martin wasn't worried at all. The film had been screening up to now and had become an unstoppable freight train; no one could stop it empty-handed. They could only wait for it to run out of fuel on its own.

...

Time had arrived in March.

Get Out's North American box office had reached $347 million, and breaking $400 million wouldn't be a problem. Globally, it had hit $672 million, and the final tally probably wouldn't be less than $750 million, though whether it could break $800 million was uncertain.

The reason its global box office wasn't as explosive as in North America was that internationally, there weren't as many "white lotuses," especially in Asia, where people were largely indifferent to black issues.

But even if the box office wasn't surging anymore at this point, Get Out was still a blockbuster among blockbusters. After all, the film's budget was only $8 million.

Yes, you read that right—just $8 million, which was $3 million more than in the original timeline.

It could be said that the return on investment surpassed 99.99% of commercial films in Hollywood—no, the entire world.

March 10th.

Night had just fallen, and the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills was already surrounded by media reporters.

A stretched Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up to the hotel entrance. The doorman hurried over a few steps, bowed, and opened the car door.

Martin took Liu Yifei's hand and stepped out, walking toward the hotel amid blinding flashes.

"Martin, what are your expectations for Get Out's box office?"

"Martin, is the girl next to you your new girlfriend?"

"Martin..."

"Martin..."

"Martin..."

Amid the reporters' chaotic shouts, Martin held Liu Yifei's hand and entered the hotel.

Around the hotel, there were scattered movie fans—mostly black—blocked by hotel security, still calling out Martin's name.

It had to be said, Martin's popularity among black people was incredibly high.

Liu Yifei curiously glanced at those black movie fans.

Lately, the little girl had been thoroughly pampered by Martin; her skin was soft and tender, her complexion radiantly beautiful, and her energy boundless, as if all the lingering ailments in her body had been cleared out.

Just after the two had entered the hotel door, they suddenly heard the reporters behind them shouting questions loudly again.

Martin and Liu Yifei turned to look and saw Drew Barrymore stepping out of a car, holding a girl's hand, drawing intense interest from the reporters.

As one of Hollywood's most successful and glamorous female moguls right now, Drew still held strong appeal for the press. Original content can be found at novel·fire.net

In the past, Drew probably wouldn't have stopped.

But this time was different.

She led the girl beside her—who had barbie-like doe eyes and cat-like lips—over to the reporters.

After smiling and answering a few questions, Drew gently pushed the girl forward and said, "This young lady is the female lead in a new film from Meyers Films—Anya Taylor-Joy. Remember that name; she's going to stun all of Hollywood in the future."

Flashes popped wildly at Anya Taylor-Joy.

The girl wasn't yet used to being thrust into the spotlight like this; her eyes squinted slightly, her face flushed, which only added to her charm.

Martin pulled Liu Yifei to a spot just inside the hotel entrance, waiting for Drew and Anya to approach.

Liu Yifei felt a bit uneasy, like she was about to meet the "main wife."

Drew was open and enthusiastic. "This must be Kristen—or in Ching Chong, 'Liu Yifei.' Did I say that right?"

Then Drew chatted with Liu Yifei, and after a few sentences, she dispelled the girl's nervousness, and they hit it off.

During this process, Anya sneaked glances at Martin, who was smiling as he listened to the girls talk.

...

Recently, the The Witch production had started filming. After joining the set, Anya received Drew's care and had a smooth time on the crew.

In her interactions with Drew, she'd heard a lot about Martin's "great achievements," and the image of this Hollywood legend in her mind grew fuller. The more she learned, the more curious she became about Martin. Just how "genius" did a person have to be to achieve as much as Martin!!!

Little did she know, when a girl becomes curious about a guy, she's not far from falling for him.

This was also a secret for guys pursuing girls—show off your shining points to spark the girls' interest in exploring, rather than being a "simp."

"Hey, what are you all chatting about? So lively?"

As Drew and Liu Yifei discussed Italian cuisine, a voice came over. They turned to see Scarlett arriving.

The girl had been busy promoting Get Out lately, running from Europe to Australia, even circling through Asia. She'd lost weight noticeably, even in her chest.

But her spirits were high. Get Out had become a phenomenon-level film, and her fame had surged along with it.

Most importantly, no one could say she lacked dedication to her acting anymore.

Her role as the evil girlfriend in Get Out had made plenty of black movie fans hate her guts.