Chapter 535: The true face under the mask
The crew is based in the 16th arrondissement. It was just getting dark on the weekend. Martin, Mene and Ellen Page took the same car and left the hotel where they were staying.
Meine looked at Allen in surprise: "We are here to pick up girls!"
Eren's long hair was tied into a bun and he was wearing a fitted black suit. He said, "I'm also going to pick up girls."
“You?” Mene's eyes widened.
Allen nodded: "Who stipulates that women can't pick up girls?"
“What a waste! What a shameful waste!” After getting used to it, Mene spoke casually. He raised **** and said with great sadness: “You wasted two people at once!”
Allen said deliberately: "Which one do you like better? Be careful that I compete with you."
Mene shook his head: "It's useless, you can't take it away."
He is extremely confident in this regard: "Don't talk about you, even the boss can't take it away."
Allen looked at Martin in surprise: "Is he bragging?"
“No, he didn't brag.” Martin could accept his inferiority to Mene: “I really can't beat Mene for the goal he likes.”
Eren couldn't figure it out and was full of doubts.
Bruce drove to the villa area on the west side of Boulogne Forest Park and approached a large villa with a courtyard.
Isabelle Huppert has been in the film industry for many years and has a rich net worth.
The four people parked the car and came to the door of the villa. Several men in suits guarding the door read the invitation, took out four golden masks with exposed mouths, and motioned for them to put them on.
Masked parties, as the name suggests, are all about this mysterious atmosphere.
A man in a suit reminded: “Please don't take off your mask before leaving.”
Martin put on the mask, but took off his suit jacket and threw it to Bruce. When he walked in, he unbuttoned another shirt button. The fitted white shirt highlighted his strong figure, adding to his original gentlemanly temperament. A bit wild.
In the courtyard, there were more than a dozen men and women, all wearing golden masks, and their true appearance could not be seen clearly.
Ellen Page spotted a petite woman in a red dress and said, "I'm going to go alone."
Martin waved his hand and entered the villa hall with Mene.
There were twenty or thirty people in the spacious hall at this time. Most of the women were wearing form-fitting skirts and masks covering their faces, but everyone had a good figure.
There are some fat men, some thin men, and a few of them look older.
A woman wearing a suspender skirt walked by nearby. Menei turned his eyes automatically and said, "Boss, I have to leave too."
“Go.” Martin was still looking for his target.
Bruce followed Mene's gaze and saw the woman in the suspender skirt and said, "Do you know her?"
Meine said: "On the red carpet at the Cannes Film Festival, I took a lot of photos of her where she was exposed, especially the exposed position. I studied it carefully and I will never make a mistake."
He clapped his fist: "Sophie Marceau, that's her."
Martin heard it too: "Good luck to you, old man."
Meine nodded and walked quickly that way.
Maybe this guy really has a special temperament that attracts older ladies. By the time Martin's eyes swept around the hall and turned to Mene again, he was already chatting enthusiastically with the lady in the suspender skirt.
There was a woman wearing a black and white patterned skirt next to her. She carefully looked at the faintly highlighted muscle outline under Martin's shirt, walked over quickly, and invited: "Let's have a drink together."
The woman spoke French, and Martin could understand simple words.
Mask party is like opening a blind box. If you are not familiar with the other party, no one knows whose face is under the mask.
However, this kind of blind box is a two-way choice.
Martin smelled the fragrance of a woman, Chanel No. 5 perfume.
Leonardo and Nicholson are two bad guys who have a deep knowledge of perfumes. Women who like Chanel No. 5 are somewhat older and more mature.
Martin declined politely: "Sorry, ma'am, I don't want to drink at the moment."
The mask covered the face and would not be embarrassing. The woman did not bother to find the next target.
Martin walked around in the hall, during which four or five women came up to say hello, but he politely rejected them all.
From the size of her chest and the color of her skin, he could tell that Eva Green was not the number one target tonight.
“Hi, buddy.” Suddenly a man came over to say hello: “Alone?”
Martin shook his head and left directly.
Huppert's party was really full of everyone.
Since the target was not found in the hall, Martin simply went to the backyard. As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw many people looking towards the third floor and turning their heads to look there.
On the balcony on the third floor, a man and a woman were leaning on the railing and studying horse racing.
Because they wear the same golden mask, I don't know who they are.
Masks cover not only the face, but also a person's embarrassment and shame.
Martin took advantage of the crowd to be attracted by the two people on the balcony, and quickly scanned it, and then settled on a woman who had just come out of the side door.
This man is about 1.7 meters tall, with long brown hair hanging behind a golden mask, and a long blue skirt that is held up to a considerable height in the front and back.
Martin walked over there. Based on his rich experience, judging from her white and delicate skin, she was about twenty-five years old.
The woman's golden mask also turned to Martin's side.
The mask hid her expression, but Martin could tell from her behavior that she seemed to be interested.
He recalled watching "Paris" many times. Eva Green has brown hair, is about 1.7 meters tall, has a rather spectacular chest, and is twenty-six or seven years old...
Martin took two glasses of wine from the tray held by the waiter, walked over quickly, and handed one over: "Can I buy you a drink?" The daughter reached out and took the wine, touched it slightly with Martin, and took a sip. One mouthful.
According to the rules of the party, you cannot ask for the person's name unless they agree to leave with you. Martin took a sip of wine. He really didn't speak French very well and asked, “Can you speak English?”
"Of course." The woman said with a smile: "Although I am French, I have practiced American English."
Suddenly, a strange cry rang out.
Martin and the woman turned their heads at the same time. On another balcony on the third floor, there was a person in a red dress pressing her hands on the guardrail, with a golden mask looming behind her.
Possibly being stimulated, the two people on the balcony next to them also started shouting.
On the balcony between the two, a third pair appeared.
Mask gives people great courage.
There were seats next to the swimming pool in the backyard. Martin made a gesture of invitation: "Sit down and enjoy?"
The woman came over and took his arm naturally: "The party here is really extraordinary."
The two of them came to the swimming pool and found a seat for two. Martin stretched out his hand to test the situation. Seeing that the woman did not refuse, he put his arm around her shoulders and watched the show together while building up the atmosphere.
The woman leaned against Martin and felt the strong muscles. Suddenly she stretched out her hand and touched the strong abdominal muscles.
Martin also determined that the opponent had no lining.
As for whether it is artificial or natural, he can tell it at a glance based on his experience.
On the third floor opposite, there are three big plays with six actors, and the performances are all wonderful.
Some people left the backyard one after another, and some people entered the villa, maybe on the second or third floor.
Some people left the party directly.
After all, staying at the party means you can't take off your mask and you can't find out who the other party is.
On top of the fiery body, there might be a face like Goldenberg.
Most people follow the rules tacitly.
Martin enjoyed the show and praised: "Huppert is indeed France's first literary goddess. The party she designed is very creative and full of artistic flavor."
The woman leaning on him was quite confident: "Perhaps in a dozen years, I will surpass Huppert and become the number one actress in France."
Martin turned his head and could only see the confidence in the woman's eyes under the golden mask.
In such an artistic environment, the two looked at each other and leaned forward, wanting to kiss.
There was a soft bang, and the bulging noses of the two masks collided.
This **** mask is so well designed that it's not easy to kiss.
Martin stretched out his hand and actively invited: "Shall we change places?"
The woman nodded slightly, pointed to the villa, and asked, "Go inside or go to the balcony?"
Even though he was wearing a mask, Martin didn't want to be watched by people, so he said, “Why don't we go out and find a place?”
The woman did not refuse. She stood up after him and said as she walked out: "You really want to know who I am?"
Martin did not answer, but asked: "You don't want to know who I am?"
The woman said: "There are some guesses, but guessing is not appropriate here. Everyone in this party has a tacit understanding of abiding by the rules."
Martin had an idea: "Why don't we go out in a while, we write down our answers, and then we take off the masks and see who guesses correctly?"
This game is very interesting, the woman said: "The one who guesses correctly takes the initiative?"
Martin is good at up, down, front, left, and right, and is an absolute all-around player. He said: "No problem."
The two of them left the backyard, walked through the front yard, came to the door, and walked out of the door together arm in arm.
Martin saw Bruce getting into the car in the distance and was about to drive over. He asked the security guard at the door for a pen and said, "Write your name on the palm of your hand?"
The woman took the pen, turned the back of her left hand to Martin, wrote a line of words in the palm of her hand, and gave the pen to Martin.
Martin also wrote a name on the palm of his left hand.
The pen was returned, and after waiting for a moment, Bruce drove a black car and parked on the side of the road.
Martin opened the car door: "Get in the car."
The two of them got into the car one after another, and Bruce raised the fender to separate the front and rear seats.
Martin said with a smile: "The game has begun."
The woman closed her eyes, clasped her hands and prayed: "I hope I won't guess wrong, and I hope my dream will come true."
She opened her eyes: "Ladies first, this gentleman, please take off your mask."
Martin unhooked the mask and took it off.
The moment the woman saw Martin's face clearly, her mouth and nose that were not covered by the mask burst into a bright smile: "It's really you. Huppert didn't lie. She really invited Martin Davis to attend the masked party." !”
She turned over her palm, and Martin's name was written on it.
Martin pretended to be helpless: “I can be seen through so easily.”
“Now my answer is about to be revealed!” The woman took off the mask.
The face that appeared was somewhat familiar to Martin, but he couldn't name it for a moment, but it was definitely not Eva Green.
"Don't you know me?" The woman has a good figure, and her chest is straightened out and her waist is slimmed down at this moment: "I am Léa Seydoux, an actress."
(End of this chapter)
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