He turned his head slightly and looked at a red handbag on the dressing table. It was a toolkit specially prepared for him by the crew. The bag was unzipped, and from the opening, he could see inside: condoms, tissues, towels, baby wipes, lubricant, rubber gloves... as well as several special tools he had only ever seen pictures of online but never in real life!

Matthew Carter staggered a couple of steps and plopped down onto the chair in front of the makeup mirror, unable to utter a single word.

This leading man... the role he was about to play, was the damn male lead in a romantic action film!

Chapter 2 Fifty Thousand Dollars

Sitting dazed in the chair, more memories surfaced in Matthew Carter's mind, confirming for him that what this crew was about to shoot was indeed a romantic action film!

More importantly, the previous guy not only knew about it and agreed, but had also signed a formal contract!

As for why, of course, it was for the money!

Also, that agent had talked him into it, saying this was a path to Hollywood, a backdoor into Hollywood movies!

Matthew Carter couldn't help but roll his eyes. Even someone like him, who knew little about Americans, understood that after making this kind of film, how could you ever become a Hollywood star? That guy probably wasn't clueless—he was just blinded by money!

The previous guy had come to Los Angeles for several months and had a rough time. He wanted to be an actor but couldn't even land a background role. With little money and no prospects, his ambition faded. Then he met that agent who spun him a web of lies. With his impressive looks and even more impressive physique, he was just like many young people—acting on impulse, he set foot on this road of no return!

No, actually, he was about to set foot on it—the filming hadn't even started yet, right?

Thinking of this, Matthew Carter felt a bit relieved. If he really did shoot this kind of film and it got widely distributed, how could he ever show his face again?

For someone like him, uneducated and without any special skills, acting might be a way out, but being this kind of actor was definitely a dead end!

Matthew Carter would rather get knocked down again than star in a film like this!

Having made up his mind, and glancing at his body clad only in a pair of boxers, Matthew Carter searched the dressing room. With the memories in his head, he quickly found his own clothes and put them on without hesitation.

It was a somewhat worn set of denim, faded from washing, but wearing these clothes made Matthew Carter feel at ease. While changing, he also realized something: why that agent had tried to talk the previous guy into it.

Because his qualifications were indeed pretty good—tall and strong, with a sunny, rugged look, and a dream of becoming a star...

More importantly, he was exceptionally gifted, with assets that were anything but ordinary!

Knock! Knock! Knock...

Urgent knocking sounded at the door again, and the voice he’d heard before came through the door, “Matthew Carter! What are you doing?”

The voice sounded a bit angry. “Didn’t I say to come out in fifteen minutes? Now...”

Matthew Carter walked over, opened the door, and glanced at the bald white man with glasses outside. The relevant information immediately popped into his mind—this was the agent Maurice Bennett who had talked him into it.

“@##!”

Seeing Matthew Carter wearing the clothes he came in with, the bald man called Maurice Bennett cursed with an F-word, then came in and closed the door, glaring as he said, “What are you doing?”

“I quit!” Matthew Carter said bluntly.

Maurice Bennett's eyes widened even more, as if he didn’t understand Matthew Carter's words. “What did you say? Don’t use that damn Texas hick accent!”

What Matthew Carter had just blurted out was a mix of Chinese and English that even he found awkward. He couldn’t help but cough softly, adjusted himself a bit, and then said, “I... I... said... I quit.”

Clearly, he needed to get used to American English.

“You quit?” Maurice Bennett thought Matthew Carter was joking. “Stop messing around, hurry up and change. The whole crew is waiting for you.”

“I said...” Matthew Carter adjusted himself again, feeling his speech was smoother now, and put on a very serious tone, “I quit! This is not a joke!”

Maurice Bennett looked up at Matthew Carter's face, confirming he was serious. His expression instantly turned cold. “Are you crazy? This isn’t your driver job—you can’t just quit! You signed a contract with the crew. If you breach it...”

His voice turned icy. “You’ll have to pay a huge sum!”

“I don’t have any money!” Matthew Carter had already checked—there were only a few dozen dollars in his wallet.

“Then stop talking nonsense and stop fooling around!” Maurice Bennett's tone gradually softened. “With this contract, you can get eight thousand dollars! With your qualifications, you’ll definitely become a big star and make big money! In the future, you could get fifty thousand, even a hundred thousand dollars per film—no problem!”

As an agent who made a living by tricking and luring young people, Maurice Bennett knew exactly how to tempt these youngsters. “With money, you’ll never have to be a driver delivering female models for others again! You can have people deliver female models for you! As long as you have money, you can do anything you want. The opportunity is right in front of you—if you miss it, it’ll never come again!”