The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 402

Entering the studio, Matthew first went to the locker room to change into the workout gear custom-designed by the film crew. Afterward, he walked into the massive studio, which had been temporarily divided into two sections. One half was filled with rented fitness equipment for the Spartan warrior exercises, while the other half, farther from the locker room, was covered in floor mats to prevent injuries from falls—an area used exclusively for sword training.

"Hey, Matthew."

A man's voice called out. Matthew walked over to the area with the stationary bikes and asked, "Hey, Nibora. How are they holding up?"

The fitness instructor hired by the production was someone Matthew had recommended; Nibora had worked with Hollywood film crews in the past.

He stood with his arms crossed, watching the two rows of about forty stationary bikes before him. Over thirty male actors, all already looking somewhat toned, were pedaling furiously, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

"Of course they are," Nibora replied. "My training program is progressive and gradual."

Matthew nodded in agreement. Having spent years in sports and training, he knew the importance of a steady progression.

Suddenly, Nibora bellowed, "Bill, what are you doing? You're slowing down!"

Striding forward, he shouted at the actors on the two rows of bikes, "Three minutes left! It's all over in three minutes!"

"Aargh!"A cry of pain, tinged with exhaustion, echoed through the space.

Matthew wasn't planning on joining the fitness training today; he was going to work on his sword fighting, so he just stood by and watched.

His two best friends, James and Michael, were soaked in sweat but kept pushing through the workout.

"Stop!" Nibora halted the session and yelled, "Twenty-minute break!"

The bikes spun to a stop, and assistants immediately rushed over to help the actors while Nibora went to prepare the equipment for the next session.

"Wow, James." Matthew gave James a light punch on the arm. "You've put on some muscle."

He glanced over at Michael. "But I don't see much of a difference on you."

Michael smirked. "That's because I was already in better shape than James."

James put on an exaggerated grimace and said, "I'd rather die than train like this every day."

In response, Matthew slung an arm around James's neck. "Come on, this kind of training won't last forever, and besides, it's only doing you good."

Michael suddenly interjected, "Here comes your dark witch."

Matthew turned his head and saw Eva Green, dressed in a form-fitting black workout suit, walking into the gym. She was deep in conversation with a female fitness instructor, apparently exchanging ideas about their training routines.

Spartan women were strong, and Zack Snyder required Eva, as the Spartan queen, to be fit—not overly muscular, but certainly not frail.

"I don't get it." James gave Eva a strange look. "What do you see in her?"

Matthew pulled his gaze away and lowered his voice. "Eva isn't someone you can see through at a glance. There's a private, mysterious quality to her that you don't find very often these days."

Michael didn't hesitate to poke fun at him. "Cut the crap, you just want to sleep with her."

"That's true," James said, grinning at Matthew. "But I bet Matthew won't succeed!"

Matthew just shrugged in silence.

Beautiful women were always a common topic of conversation when men got together.

The three of them walked over to the rest area, found an empty spot to sit, and continued their discussion.

James asked curiously, "I've never understood what goes on in your head."

"What do you mean?" Matthew inquired.

"With your fame and money, what woman couldn't you have?" James elaborated. "If you want a woman, you could just spend a little money and have a different one every day. Those young models are way better than most Hollywood women in terms of face and body, so why go through all this trouble?"

Instead of answering, Matthew asked, "Do you do that often?"

Before James could reply, Michael chimed in for him, "No, only sometimes. When he was in London, he used to go for the lower-tier models."

James snorted. "If I was getting paid ten million dollars a film, I'd be looking for famous models."

Matthew wasn't surprised by James's comment. He had been a star for several years now and had gradually learned many of the entertainment industry's secrets.

Aside from the supermodels and top-tier models who didn't have to worry about their work or income, many third-rate models, including some well-known ones, were available for hire.

Many large agencies and famous models were involved in this underground world, where a top model could be paid hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars for a single night with a client.

For someone like Matthew, who earned tens of millions a year, this was no secret.

After his first encounter with the woman selling access to the Olsen sisters, he had met others who brokered models. Lister, for instance, had told him that if he ever wanted, he could arrange for models from Europe who regularly walked in first-tier fashion shows.

But Matthew had declined; he wasn't interested in European models.

"You haven't answered my question," James said, breaking into his thoughts.

"Someone like you would never understand," Matthew said, taking on the air of a teacher instructing a student. "The pursuit of a woman you desire is a rewarding process. You work hard and finally get your target into bed. In that moment, all the emotions you've built up are released, and you're on cloud nine."