The Tyrant Billionaire

Chapter 31: Malicious Contract

The relationship between Hardy and Marissa is a bit strange.

Lover? no.

Getting on the boat does not mean love. From the beginning, they came to Marissa's house just to enjoy the feeling.

They should be considered relatively good friends now, the kind that fits well on a boat.

Early morning, Hardy got up, Marissa was wearing a camisole and went to help him get his clothes. Hardy touched a handful and said to Marissa with a smile, "I'm going to see Mr. Siegel today and work as an assistant in his film company, in the future I'll have the opportunity to Help you get a role in a movie"

Marissa said it in surprise "Really, that's great." She hugged Hardy and kissed him hard.

After getting dressed, Hardy left. Marissa looked excited at the thought of being able to act in movies in the future.

But suddenly she remembered another thing, and her joy disappeared and turned into a sad look.

She thought about it.

She took out a paper passbook from the cabinet.

There is a string of numbers on it, 8500 $.

She managed to save this money.

She makes a lot of money in nightclubs, but she also spends a lot of money, especially taking acting and vocal lessons, which sometimes cost dozens of dollars per lesson.

After getting dressed and putting on her bag, She stuffed the passbook into the bag.

When Marissa went out, a taxi happened to pass by. She raised her hand to stop it and got in.

"Where are you going, miss?"

"No. 79 Wutong Street." Marissa reported an address.

There is a signboard hanging at the door of some dilapidated two story building, "Persian Cat Performing Arts Model Agency.".

Standing at the door, Marissa hesitated, or felt a little resistant and afraid, because there were people here that she hated.

But she had to come for the sake of the future.

Walking up to the second floor,

Marissa took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

"Dang Dang Dang".

"Come in."

Marissa heard the familiar yet disgusted voice again, gritted her teeth, and pushed the door open.

There was a man in his thirties sitting in the room. He was a little thin, but his eyes were shrewd and philistine.

There was a thick stack of documents on the table, and it was obvious that the man was sorting out the informations.

When he looked up and saw Marissa coming in, the man's eyes lit up. "Wow~Wow~~, look who's here, it's the lovely Miss Marissa."

The man closed the file, stood up, and walked to Marissa. He circled around her and said, "Marissa, I find you more beautiful. As long as you obey me, I will definitely make you a big star in Hollywood."

As he said this, he flipped Marissa's dark golden hair.

Marissa shook her head in annoyance and pulled her hair out of the man's hand. She felt that this man touching her made her sick.

"Mr. Sanders, I came here to talk to you about something." Marissa said it with a straight face.

The man stepped back indifferently, came to the table, picked up a cigarette, and lit one. "Tell me, talk to me about anything."

"I want to get my agency contract back."

The man smiled softly, and he said, "No problem, haha, as long as you can afford the liquidated damages, the contract can be given to you at any time."

Marissa took out her bankbook from her bag, opened it, and put it on the table. "The brokerage contract signed at the beginning, the liquidated damages It's 10,000 U.S. dollars. I have 8,500 U.S. dollars here, and I will give you the remaining 1,500 as soon as possible."

Marissa came to Los Angeles to pursue her dream, but she knew nothing at that time, she was just a country girl. This guy named Brad Sanders opened a small brokerage company, specializing in looking for young men and women who know nothing, they have dreams and enthusiasm and are most easily fooled.

Brad Sanders accidentally discovered Marissa and thought the girl was very beautiful. Then he used his professional skills to deceive the simple Marissa.

"I will send you to a training school first."

"You can start as a model."

"I know many film company owners and big directors, and I can recommend you to make movies."

"You will become famous and a Hollywood star. A big star."

"You will make a lot of money."

"You can also enter the upper class."

After being fooled, Marissa signed a brokerage contract with him for 10 years. Sanders accounted for 90%.

Marissa also objected to this share at the time. Sanders smiled and said to her, You are still a newcomer and know nothing, I need to invest in you, when you have achievements and become a star in the future, this contract It will naturally be invalidated, and a new contract suitable for your status will be signed at that time.,Don't worry about these small things.

In this way, Marissa joined the agency.

But things were not at all what Marissa imagined., she was indeed sent for training at first, took a week of classes at a modeling company, and then was dragged into acting.

A group of girls were walking around on the stage, and there were a group of drooling old men under the stage. Marissa questioned whether this was a modeling performance; it was clearly a prostitution performance.

Sanders told her that this was Hollywood, there was no shortage of beautiful girls, and every girl who wanted to succeed had to pay a price.

"What price?"

Sanders smiled. "Some of the people in the audience are big shots with status. There is a director who thinks you are good. He wants you to audition at his house tonight. If you pass, you can get a role. ."

Just like that, Marissa went to the hotel in a daze and waited and waited for the rest of the day, but there was no news.

Later, she heard some rumors among the girls who were traveling with her, Many of the so called directors introduced to them by Sanders were not real directors at all. One girl had met dozens of such directors, but in the end, she never even got a role.

Marissa is not stupid; she knows that these girls are treated as prostitute by that damn Sanders, and he makes money by giving them to men.

Marissa was very angry and ran to Sanders' office to question him, saying that if he lied to her, she would leave.

At this time, Sanders tore off the mask of hypocrisy and revealed his ferocious face.

"Your contract is in my hands. If you are disobedient, you will not be able to engage in any entertainment related activities for the next ten years. Otherwise, it will be a breach of contract, and I will take you to court."

"Ten years, you will be over thirty years old at that time. 30 years old just debuting, haha. Do you think there are many thirty year old women in Hollywood who can become famous?"

"Follow me, and I will arrange opportunities for you. As long as you work hard, you will succeed one day, otherwise, you can forget it."

" If you don't want to be a star, you can go back to your hometown, find a vulgar man to marry, and cook, raise pigs, and give birth to babies every day. Hahaha, think about it. In ten years, you will become a bloated aunt. Don't you think it's scary?"

"Be obedient, and you will have a chance to become a big star. If you don't, you will have nothing."

Marissa was frightened and staggered out of Sanders' office.

In the following days, she continued to participate in modeling performances.

A few days later, Sanders called Marissa again and told her that another director was looking for her to interview. Marissa realized that Sanders was continuing to lie to her.

She chose to run away, she didn't dare go back to the agency but ran to a friend's house, her friend came to Los Angeles with her. because she looked ordinary and had no other thoughts, she chose to work in a restaurant. Marissa lived with her for a while..

Later, she couldn't live anymore, so she found a job in a nightclub. Because she was beautiful, the person in charge of the nightclub asked her if she would like to be a nightclub princess, which would make much more money than a waiter. In order to survive, Marissa agreed.

But she always had a dream.

So after making money, she went to a teacher to learn acting and singing.

She also approached Sanders during the process and wanted to get her contract back, but Sanders naturally refused and told her that if she wanted to get the contract back, she could not get the contract back you have to pay off the liquidized damges.

She remembers that the liquidated damages when she signed the contract were US$10,000.

During this time in the nightclub, she had been working hard to save money. Apart from studying acting and singing, she had very few other expenses. She just wanted to get her contract back and regain her freedom.