The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 768

Ronan Farrow stepped out of the office building and into the sunlight, his stride purposeful.

His gaze was resolute, his expression solemn.

Like the straight, wide road before him, he believed this path would lead him out from the shadow of his family and allow him to follow the call of his heart.

With every step, he drew closer to the heart of Hollywood. He passed the Fox Building, then the one housing CAA, and in the distance, he could just make out the street where the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences was located.

At last, he stopped in a small plaza. He found a bench with a clear view of the building across the way and sat down. His gaze settled on one of the many company nameplates affixed to its facade.

He sat in silence, his mind replaying the conversation he’d just had with Matthew.

So much of what Matthew had said rang true. In this society, in this country—in the entire world—women in their circle were vulnerable. Women like his sister, who had faced bullying, coercion, and assault at the hands of powerful men.

Exposing one Woody Allen wouldn't be enough. There were countless others like him, all across America, all over the world.

So how could things be changed? Matthew Horner’s idea was to target one of the biggest figures in the industry and expose him for who he truly was. From there, they could ignite a massive social movement, encouraging countless women and their allies to speak out. The goal was to create a firestorm that would finally wash away all the filth.

Ronan Farrow had mulled it over during his entire walk, and he had to admit, Matthew Horner’s perspective was as unique as it was correct.Matthew Horner had argued that Hollywood was the perfect place to start. It was always in the global spotlight, guaranteeing far more attention than any other industry. While a scandal in Washington D.C. might create a louder initial bang, the political fallout and pressure from taking down a Washington heavyweight would be exponentially greater than targeting a Hollywood mogul.

Hollywood, the glittering capital of cinema, churned out a constant stream of news that spread across the globe in an instant.

Ronan Farrow considered it and realized the truth in Matthew's words. There was no better industry to target than Hollywood; its very nature ensured that once a story broke, the fallout would spread with lightning speed.

He lowered his head, running both hands through his hair as he recalled what Woody Allen had done to his sister. The titans of the entertainment industry and much of the media were in collusion. If you wanted bastards like Woody Allen to suffer, you had to rip back the curtain and expose the ugly truth beneath!

Suddenly, Matthew's words echoed in his mind again.

"These days, too many journalists have forgotten what professional ethics even means. Being a journalist isn't about taking orders from someone—it's about speaking the truth and never stopping in your pursuit of it."

Ronan Farrow lifted his head, his eyes once again landing on the nameplate on the building. Maybe he couldn't stand against them all alone.

But he wasn't afraid. People like Matthew Horner would be fighting alongside him.

"I'm not in this fight alone."

Still, Ronan Farrow remembered Matthew Horner's final piece of advice before he left. The time wasn't right yet. They needed to be fully prepared, with enough irrefutable evidence to ignite a firestorm of public opinion.

All of it would require extensive, long-term preparation.

Ronan Farrow knew this all too well.

He had tenacity and patience. He would be like a hunter lying in wait, studying his prey, quietly identifying every characteristic and weakness of his target. He would spend a year, two years, five years—whatever it took—to prepare the perfect trap...

Ronan Farrow rose and began walking again, heading into the setting sun. After a dozen paces, he turned and looked back at the nameplate by the building’s entrance, his gaze sharp and determined.

The bronze plaque hung serenely on the building's facade, glinting in the rays of the setting sun. The black script on it was plain: The Weinstein Company...

***

Back in his office, Matthew stood at the window with his arms crossed, gazing in the direction Ronan Farrow had disappeared. He just hoped the man, so deeply wounded by Woody Allen, wasn't about to turn into a murderer.

He returned to his desk, sat down, and pulled two files from his safe. They contained the intel Helen and Amanda had each gathered on Ronan Farrow.

Matthew hadn't approached Ronan blindly; he had done his homework.

Through Amanda, Matthew had also put someone in contact with Bob Weinstein. While nothing major came of it, the exchange confirmed one thing: Bob Weinstein was far more complex than he appeared.

Furthermore, Matthew had instructed Brown Williams to start gathering information on actresses who had previously made accusations against Harvey Weinstein.

***

In a holding cell in South Los Angeles, a handcuffed Justin Bieber shuffled into the room. He blinked his tired eyes open and immediately spotted his agent.

Like a child who had been left alone for too long, Justin Bieber instantly burst into tears.

"Let's make this quick. You don't have much time."

The guard escorting him reminded them, "You have exactly ten minutes."

With that, he and the other guard stepped out and locked the heavy iron door behind them.

Justin Bieber wiped away his tears, his sobbing suddenly twisting into indignation. "Wade! You bastard, what have you been doing?! Didn't I tell you to hurry up and bail me out? What took so long?"

The agent, Wade, sat down, giving Justin Bieber a slow, appraising look before shaking his head slightly. Even after a scandal this big, the kid hadn't matured one bit. It seemed the company had made the right call.

"You're all a bunch of idiots!" Justin Bieber snarled. "I'm firing every single one of you when I get out of here..."

"You won't be firing anyone," Wade cut in, his voice suddenly formal. "Mr. Justin Bieber, your use and possession of illegal narcotics constitutes a violation of articles thirty-two and forty-five of your contract with the company. I am here today to officially inform you that the company is terminating your management contract and will be holding you liable for breach of contract."

"What?" Justin Bieber shot to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Wade ignored him and continued, "The company will be filing a lawsuit to recover damages incurred by your breach of contract."

The fight went out of Justin Bieber. He collapsed back into his chair, stunned. "Why...?"

"Because you're worthless now," Wade said, his tone softening slightly. "Look, we've worked together for a while, so let me give you a piece of advice. Bieber, get a good lawyer. You're in a lot more trouble than you think."