After completing the final voice-over, Matthew said goodbye to the still-busy Michael Bay and left the recording studio. He asked a staff member accompanying him for the location of the lounge and headed over.
The lounge wasn't in the same office building but in a four-story building diagonally opposite. As Matthew made his way there, he suddenly realized he had forgotten to get Megan Fox's phone number. If she wasn't in the lounge...
Thinking about Megan Fox, his heart quickly warmed. Having watched the Transformers series numerous times, Megan Fox's portrayal of the female lead had made many men's hormones soar. Nights after watching the movie were sleepless. If someone didn't understand what sexy meant, just showing them Mikaela would clear it up.
Honestly, which normal man who watched the first two Transformers movies didn't have thoughts about the female lead? Who wouldn't want to see Megatron or Optimus Prime battle Mikaela?
Unfortunately, compared to late bloomers who were acting professionals, Megan Fox became famous too early, too young, and her big mouth got her into trouble. Some of her remarks angered Spielberg, leading to her replacement and losing the role in Transformers 3.
As for the Victoria's Secret angel who replaced her in Transformers 3, her body was okay if you only looked at that, but you definitely shouldn't look at her face...
Matthew shook his head. Due to the Transformers series, he vaguely remembered that she later became someone's wife. Maybe those people didn't care much about looks, or perhaps it was a difference in aesthetics.
In his eyes, that nameless Victoria's Secret angel couldn't compare to Megan Fox.
Entering the building, Matthew climbed the stairs. Likely due to DreamWorks' layoffs, the place was quite empty. He made his way to the lounge on the third floor, seeing no DreamWorks employees except for the dozing guard at the front door.
The once so-called seventh Hollywood giant, DreamWorks, was indeed in decline.
As Matthew reached the third floor, he suddenly heard arguing in one of the rooms on the quiet floor. It wasn't clear, but he could faintly recognize Megan Fox's voice among them.
He quickly followed the sound, which was coming from a room at the end of the corridor. As he got closer, it became clearer that the woman's voice was indeed Megan Fox's.
"You coward, junkie!"
Matthew hurried to the door, just in time to hear Megan Fox's furious voice, "I'm not interested in you. Go take your drugs! Go stick with cocaine..."
Bang!
It sounded like someone slammed a table, interrupting Megan Fox. A man's deranged voice followed, "Bitch! I'm doing you a favor by wanting you. Stop acting all pure! Damn it, I wanted to force myself on you during filming. Chasing you is doing you a favor! Your seductive looks have been driving me crazy for half a year. Today..."
Hearing this, Matthew quickly walked to the door and peeked inside. The man's voice was unhinged, and if he barged in recklessly, it would be a disaster if the guy had a gun.
Guns are rampant in this country.
"You think you're really pretty?" The man's voice grew louder and more frenzied, "Others may not know, but I do! How many parts of your face and body are artificial? Today, I'm going to..."
Matthew peeked through the crack in the door. It was a pool room, and Megan Fox was cornered between two pool tables by a man about the same height as Matthew. The man's face was flushed, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide open, and his mouth crooked, with a strange, indescribable excitement on his face.
Though Matthew had never touched drugs, he had been in the industry long enough to recognize the signs. This guy was extremely high.
And he recognized him. It was Shia LaBeouf, the person Michael Bay had been looking for.
Just as Matthew spotted Shia LaBeouf, the latter, in his inexplicable excitement, took a step forward, seemingly wanting to make a move. But he didn't expect Megan Fox to be so fierce. She kicked Shia LaBeouf in the stomach. Perhaps due to wearing high heels, her kick missed its target, and she lost her balance, falling to the left.
Fortunately, the pool table was close. Megan Fox managed to support herself with her hand on the table.
Shia LaBeouf seemed unaffected, probably too high to feel pain. He immediately lunged at her, "You plastic bitch..."
Matthew pushed the door open and rushed in. Just as Shia LaBeouf grabbed Megan Fox's shoulder, about to scream for help, Matthew grabbed the back of Shia LaBeouf's neck and lifted him like a chicken.
"Who's there!" Shia LaBeouf roared maniacally, "Who the hell are you? I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"
Matthew wasn't interested in talking. He casually threw Shia LaBeouf aside. Shia LaBeouf couldn't control his body, staggering back several steps before crashing into another pool table with a thud.
Watching him out of the corner of his eye, Matthew helped Megan Fox up and asked, "Are you okay?"
Megan Fox bit her lip and shook her head, "I'm fine." She stood up straight and hid behind Matthew, "Thank you, Matthew."
Shia LaBeouf turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Matthew and Megan Fox, "Bitch! Bastard! I'll kill you both."
Megan Fox warned, "He's high on drugs, not in his right mind…well, not much different when he's sober."
Despite the heavy crash, even the extreme excitement from the drugs couldn't numb all the pain, and Shia LaBeouf struggled to get up.
Looking at this liaison for the machines, Matthew quickly thought of his complex network of connections.
"Megan..." Matthew's mind raced, and he whispered, "Take out your phone and record this."
To become the universe's number one vase, one can't be stupid. Megan Fox immediately took out her phone, turned on the camera, aimed at Shia LaBeouf, and started recording.
"I'll kill you both!" Shia LaBeouf, his teeth gritted, glared at Matthew and Megan Fox, "I'll kill you both!"
Once he regained his breath, Shia LaBeouf, spewing these maniacal threats, lunged again, swinging his hands wildly as if trying to claw Matthew's face with his nails.
Shia LaBeouf's momentum was fierce. As he got within four feet of Matthew, he saw a big foot coming at him. Instinctively, he tried to block with his hand, but before he could react, something crashed into his chest, making him stagger back involuntarily.
Thud!
Another heavy crash sounded as Shia LaBeouf's back collided with the pool table again. This time, the impact was severe, and not even the drug-induced euphoria could stave off the overwhelming pain.
Ah—
Shia LaBeouf screamed in agony.
But as soon as his scream ended, he pointed a finger at Matthew and Megan Fox and continued, "Just wait. I'll kill you both! I will!"
You can't reason with someone high.
Matthew asked Megan Fox softly, "Did you get it?"
Megan Fox whispered back, "I'm recording." She glanced at Shia LaBeouf, who looked like a frenzied tiger, "Should we call the police? He's on drugs, and he might have a large stash on him. The cops could put him away for that."
Matthew turned to look at Megan Fox. This woman wasn't simple-minded either.
She must have endured a lot of bullying from Shia LaBeouf on set, waiting for an opportunity for revenge. If they called the police, Shia LaBeouf would be finished, but Megan Fox wouldn't be the one taking the heat.
Matthew wasn't stupid either. He took out his phone and said, "I'll call Spielberg and let him handle it."
Megan Fox tightened her grip on her phone, glanced at Matthew's handsome profile, thought about Spielberg's formidable reputation, and pulled at Matthew's sleeve, "Let's go. Leave him to his drugs. Let him overdose and die!"
During this time, Shia LaBeouf had regained his breath and lunged again, only to be kicked back by Matthew once more.
"Let's go." Matthew glanced at Shia LaBeouf, grabbed Megan Fox's hand, and walked out.
Megan Fox held Matthew's hand tightly, followed him, and spat at Shia LaBeouf before leaving.
Outside the lounge, Matthew called Spielberg. After a few polite exchanges, he briefly explained what had happened. Spielberg promised to come over and handle the situation personally, asking Matthew not to spread the word.
Matthew hung up. As he descended to the first floor, the guard who had been dozing off earlier suddenly sprinted upstairs like a rabbit.
"I've endured him for so long!" Megan Fox turned to look at the guard's retreating figure and said bitterly, "Thank goodness you were here today. Otherwise..."
Matthew squeezed her hand, "Don't think too much. Just be careful with trash like him."
Megan Fox held his hand back and said, "You saved me. How should I thank you?"
Matthew led her out of the building, called his driver to bring the car over, and then said to Megan Fox, "No need for thanks."
"How about this?" Megan Fox tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "You invited me to dinner, right? Why not come to my place and try my cooking?"
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