His eyes moved downward, landing between Matthew Carter's legs. "Not everyone gets an opportunity like yours." A large hand landed on Matthew Carter's shoulder and patted it. "Don't waste your talent!"

Being stared at like that, every hair on Matthew Carter's body stood on end. He unconsciously clamped his legs together, secretly sighing with relief that the previous person hadn't done anything irreversible...

"Do you know how powerful this crew is?" Maurice Bennett was clearly a seasoned guy. "The main shareholder of the company behind the crew is General Electric! Dealing with someone like you is as easy for them as squashing an ant."

After using the stick, Maurice Bennett tossed out a carrot. "When you came in, I introduced you to Jessica Clark. Do you think she's beautiful and sexy?"

Matthew Carter knew he was talking about that blonde woman and unconsciously nodded.

Maurice Bennett suddenly switched to a strange tone. "Jessica Clark·德里克 is a recognized beauty in the industry. You can have her right away, as much as you want. Not only do you not have to pay, you can even make a lot of money. Is there anything better than that? If the crew didn't look down on me, I'd be willing to do it myself!"

He patted Matthew Carter's shoulder again. "Money and beautiful women are right in front of you. Don't you want them?"

"I... I..."

As someone who had struggled for twenty years, the temptation of money and women was huge for Matthew Carter. He swallowed hard. "Of course I want them!"

Hearing this, Maurice Bennett started laughing. How many of these poor country boys could resist such temptation? The guys he'd lured in before weren't without last-minute regrets, but under threats and promises, all of them obediently took off their pants.

This one would be no exception.

Maurice Bennett reached back and opened the door, glancing over his shoulder. From inside the room, you could see the tall, sexy Jessica Clark·德里克. He didn't believe this kid, not even twenty, could hold back!

Then, he sharply noticed Matthew Carter's Adam's apple bobbing repeatedly, his face flushing slightly, and his eyes constantly drifting toward the door.

Seeing Matthew Carter like this, Maurice Bennett was sure he was back under his control. He began to calculate: since this guy was so disobedient, once the audience's novelty wore off, should he push him into those super hardcore productions?

For someone who had been poor for twenty years, to the point where even eating was a problem, the lure of money and women was almost unimaginable.

Matthew Carter's blood rushed to his head, and the surging hormones in his body seemed to urge him to nod in agreement. But after so many years struggling at the bottom of society, he knew all too well that behind the lure of fame and fortune could lie a lifetime of bitter consequences.

He forced his gaze away from the blonde woman, bit by bit, his eyes gradually growing resolute, the flush on his face quickly fading.

Maurice Bennett, however, didn't notice these changes, thinking everything was still under control. He reached out again to pat Matthew Carter's shoulder.

"Matthew Carter, follow me and you'll become a big star, make loads of money, drive the best cars, have the most beautiful women..."

But his hand stopped in midair—the shoulder had moved aside, and its owner clearly didn't welcome that hand.

Maurice Bennett's eyes widened instantly. Before he could say anything, Matthew Carter spoke up first. "I like money, and I like beautiful women too."

He smiled slightly, then his tone changed. "But not like this."

"What?" Maurice Bennett's eyes widened even more. "What did you say?"

"I mean it very simply!" Matthew Carter pointed to his own chest. "I'm done!"

"You..."

Maurice Bennett stuck out a finger, pointing at Matthew Carter. Suddenly, Matthew Carter raised his voice and shouted, "I'm done with this!"

His voice echoed through the studio, and countless people turned to look. The middle-aged director with glasses came straight over.

"What's going on?" the director asked as he entered.

"I'm done," Matthew Carter said before anyone else. "You'd better find someone else."

"What are you trying to pull?"

This director was also the producer of the crew. He immediately looked at Maurice Bennett, who shook his head, indicating it had nothing to do with him. But the face beneath his bald head was twisted with anger. The director pointed at Matthew Carter and said to Maurice Bennett, "Handle him."

"Do you know the consequences of breaching your contract?" Maurice Bennett's face turned completely dark. "You'll have to pay a huge penalty! The costs for the custom-made costumes, props, and condoms for you—you'll have to pay ten times the price! And do you think you can just walk out of here..."

Matthew Carter suddenly cut him off. "You don't have to scare me. I have nothing. I'm a penniless nobody."

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved it in front of Maurice Bennett. "If I press this, it'll call the police. I remember this is a busy part of Los Angeles, right? Do you want to deal with the cops?"

"Hmph!" Maurice Bennett snorted. This wasn't the seventies or eighties—some things just couldn't be done recklessly anymore. This was a sensitive industry, and you never knew when you might get into huge trouble.