America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

"What? Domestic violence? Almost beat to death?"

Facing the police officers who had arrived, Harvey adamantly denied, "No, absolutely not! I didn't..."

Upstairs, Georgina, with tears streaming down her face, ran down the stairs, "You're finally here, finally! Please save me, I was almost beaten to death!"

The slap marks on her face were strikingly visible, and the bruises on her arms were shockingly purple.

Harvey turned to look at Georgina, his face full of disbelief.

Whether she planned to continue being Harvey's wife or had other plans, Georgina thought it was very necessary to call the police to protect her interests.

The officer saw the injuries on Georgina's face.

Taking advantage of Harvey's lack of response, Georgina hid behind the officers, her speech broken by sobs, "I request a medical examination, get me out of here quickly, if I don't leave I'll be beaten to death, truly beaten to death! Officer, he's committing a crime!"

When it involved wealthy celebrities, matters were particularly complicated. After inspecting Georgina's injuries, the officer said, "Sorry, Mr. Weinstein, as per standard procedure, both you and Ms. Chapman need to come with us."

There were superiors back at the station.

Harvey's gaze burned into Georgina like a predator deciding on its prey.

The officer stood between them, reminding, "Mr. Weinstein, please don't make this difficult for us!"

"I need to make a phone call first." Harvey called his lawyer.

As soon as Georgina came downstairs, she had notified her lawyer.

Two LAPD officers escorted them out of the house and back to the station.

Lombardo was at a loss for what to do.

When Georgina arrived at the Beverly Division, her lawyer was already waiting for her.

Women can be terrifying when they take action; Georgina had done it on purpose. She immediately accused Harvey of intentional harm and presented photos and videos as evidence, demanding that the police take stricter measures against Harvey to prevent him from tampering with the evidence.

The lawyer acted immediately on the client's request.

The head of the Beverly Police Station received a phone call, asked for specifics of the case, and considering the violent assault, instructed the officers to detain Harvey for 24 hours as per protocol.

Harvey's phone and other items were also temporarily confiscated.
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Robert Rodriguez rushed to his neighbor Quentin's place and asked, "What should we do?"

Quentin didn't want to get involved, but he had been brought up by Harvey. With the situation still unclear, he said, "I'll call Harvey first."

He dialed the cell phone number, but no one answered.

When he called the home phone, the servant said Harvey wasn't there.

Quentin tried calling several times over half an hour, never getting through, and said, "Robert, let's do nothing for now, wait and see how things turn out."

Rodriguez didn't want to get involved either and said, "Then let's wait."

Quentin said, "Come on, let's go have a drink."

In his Brentwood home, Matt Damon was frantically making phone calls.

Without Harvey, he couldn't get Ben out of the mess by himself.

Damon got through to an editor-in-chief of a familiar media outlet and said, "The content about Harvey on your website is seriously inaccurate; it's made up, and you should fully substantiate it before publishing, rather than doing it so casually. You're harming an outstanding film artist and entrepreneur, which is irresponsible behavior."

The other party indicated a clear refusal.

Damon raised his voice, "If you do this, you'll lose more – all the inside news from me, from Weinstein Films, even more from our film crews, you'll never get it again."

Such pressure tactics were usually done by Ben; Matt Damon didn't do it often, but now Ben had no influence, and only he could do it himself.

Within just an hour, Damon made over a dozen calls, and under his pressure, some media outlets temporarily agreed to delete the news about Harvey.

But more media were frantically sharing the story.

Riding the wave of attention and eye-catching effects, Emily and Jessica, from teams led by Martin's subordinate, had never stopped doing this over the past few years, and they were very skillful at it.

By mid-afternoon in Los Angeles, related news had already surged to the top of Google's trending searches!

...

In San Francisco, City Hall.

Jennifer Siebel Newsom parked her car and walked toward the entrance of City Hall.

As usual, there was always a crowd of protesters near City Hall.

No matter the policy, there's always dissatisfaction, and many people express their discontent simply and directly, bringing posters and banners to protest at City Hall.

This round of protests by the truck driver's association might have lasted too long; the protesters were listless, gathered together chatting.

Old truck drivers generally had loud voices; profane conversations kept falling into Jennifer's ears.

Jennifer was usually indifferent and continued walking toward City Hall.

Suddenly, a name reached her ears—Harvey Weinstein!

"There's more Hollywood drama to watch," said a fat truck driver with a Blackberry phone, showing it to the person next to him, "TMZ leaked a video of Harvey Weinstein forcing an actress, a real recording, man, Weinstein is really outrageous, so tall and fat pressing down on someone, not afraid of breaking their bones..."

Ordinary people love watching drama unfold; another person came over and exclaimed, "It really is Harvey Weinstein! I've seen him in newspapers and on TV, he's actually assaulted someone!"

The fat truck driver said, "Isn't Harvey Weinstein a film company boss? What kind of actress couldn't he play with? Why would he do this?"

Another person chimed in, "Maybe he likes this kind of thing; celebrities always have some special fetishes."

These comments reached Jennifer's ears; she paused momentarily, said nothing, and quickly left the area.

After Jennifer entered City Hall, the fat truck driver turned to his companion and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

He walked to the nearby curb and told an ordinary-looking man, "I did what you told me to."

The man had seen everything and handed him an envelope, "This is the final payment."

The portly driver took the envelope, glanced at it, and prepared to return the Blackberry phone.

The man waved his hand dismissively, "Keep it."

Jennifer entered the city hall and looked up to the sky to keep her tears from ruining her eyeshadow.

The conversation just now reminded her of 2005 when she was an unknown actress who had only had minor roles in a few films, and then she met Harvey Weinstein.

Jennifer headed to a nearby lounge, turned on the computer, and logged onto the TMZ website.

The news and videos of Harvey Weinstein were strikingly conspicuous. Seeing the actresses there, Jennifer couldn't help thinking about her past self.

But she was no longer a bit player; she was now a mother of several children.

In the past, she had to endure in silence for the sake of her husband's election campaign.

Now, it was time to settle this score!

Jennifer picked up her phone and dialed her husband's number, "Can you come over a minute?"

Gavin quickly arrived, "Dear, what's wrong?"

Jennifer pointed at the computer screen, "Do you remember? I told you I had suffered misfortune, you asked me who it was, and I never told you because I was worried it would affect your career."

Gavin saw clearly, "Harvey Weinstein?"

"It was him! Someone exposed him, some people took the lead to come forward!" Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment and said solemnly, "In 2005, he lured me to the Four Seasons Hotel under the pretense of discussing my acting career and assaulted me!"

She confronted the painful past, "He could've destroyed my career, and after it happened, I didn't go to the police or tell anyone else."

"It's not your fault, he should pay the price for this!" Gavin comforted his wife before picking up the phone and dialing a number, "It's me, Gavin. There's a news video on the homepage of TMZ about Harvey Weinstein. Contact the media supporting us and ask them to help spread it, don't talk to me about political ties, I'm not listening to that right now, push hard, create public opinion!"

Seeing her husband hang up, Jennifer said, "Thank you for all you're doing for me, I've heard he has supporters in Washington..."

Gavin spoke very seriously, "You must get a fair and just outcome!"

He sensed something Jennifer was completely unaware of, perhaps an opportunity to significantly boost his own reputation.

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Burbank, the lobby of Davis Studio.

A girl handed Martin a box, saying, "This is from Georgina Chapman, she asked me to give it to you, and said if you can't get in touch with her by eight tonight, you should find a way to save her."

Martin took it, saying, "I got it."

The girl then left.

Martin returned upstairs with the item to his office, where only Thomas and Bruce remained.

He removed the storage disk from the box, connected it to the computer, and played the video.

It showed a video of Harvey abusing Georgina and an audio recording of Georgina making a police call.

Thomas asked, "Is Harvey in custody?"

"Detained by the LAPD on suspicion of violent assault, he will be held for no more than 24 hours," Martin said slowly. "I had a brief conversation with McLain; LAPD will detain Harvey long enough to disrupt his communication as a core member of the Foot Clan. Moreover, it's a domestic violence matter between spouses, difficult for outsiders to intervene."

Bruce added, "Tonight, some of the TV news will definitely follow up; Warner Television Network and Fox News reports are confirmed to be running the story. Once the public opinion takes hold, most newspapers in America will report on it tomorrow."

Thomas reminded, "You've forgotten about another key figure of Weinstein Films, Harvey's brother, Bob Weinstein."

Martin said, "Brothers aren't necessarily united…"

...

Washington, after finishing an enjoyable chat with Erica and Kelly Gray, Cyrillic headed straight home in the car.

She was very pleased with the outcome of the meeting.

In the car, sitting in the passenger seat, her assistant reminded her, "Ma'am, something happened today, many online media are frantically reporting about Harvey Weinstein's affairs with an actress."

"Isn't that quite normal in Hollywood?" Cyrillic wasn't concerned; the political circle played dirtier games than Hollywood did.

The assistant passed her the phone, "It's about him forcing an actress."

Cyrillic took the phone, clicked play, and her expression turned sour.

Harvey's actions completely contradicted her staunch beliefs!

But this wasn't a big deal; politicians are known to say one thing and do another. The problem was that Harvey had been exposed!

Cyrillic thought for a bit, not ready to give up so easily, "Call him."

The assistant tried the cell phone, landline, and office phone repeatedly, but like the initial attempt, no one answered.

"Can't get through…" The assistant shared the previous attempts to call.

Cyrillic instructed, "Call Bob."

The assistant called Bob Weinstein to inquire about the details and quickly hung up, informing Cyrillic, "Bob says everything is under control, and the Weinstein brothers can handle it."

Cyrillic didn't want to be embroiled in this trouble and promptly cast it out of her mind.

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New York, Weinstein Films.

Bob sat in his brother Harvey's office, hung up the phone, and the news channel on Warner Television Network was reporting Harvey's ordeal.

The younger Weinstein brother, Harvey's shadow, opened a phone book with the names of Weinstein Films' board of directors, considering whether he could convene a board meeting with a few allies.

Bob closed the phone book, deciding it was a bit early. It could wait.

He turned off both his cell phones, left the company without heading home, and went alone to his Upper East Side apartment; upon arrival, he disconnected the landline phone.

Like Harvey, Bob too became temporarily unreachable.