On stage, Hugh Hefner was still continuing his speech.
"...Marriage suits some people, but for others, it doesn't. I've been married twice, and I was extremely loyal to my wives. But I have to admit, both times I got married, it wasn't during the most energetic or wonderful moments of my life. Very quickly, once the romance and passion faded like smoke, I realized just how bleak marriage could be..."
"...To be honest, after I had that stroke, I treated marriage like a safe harbor to retreat to. At the time, I genuinely thought that marriage would last until the end of my life, that no other woman could attract me... I even felt older then than I do now..."
"How long is he gonna keep talking?" Leonardo was starting to lose patience.
"Let him go on," Jack Nicholson said. "That old geezer only has this material in his belly. He brings it up every damn party. Do you guys know why?"
Seeing Jack's sly grin, Martin and Leonardo realized—another juicy tale from ancient gossip history was incoming.
Martin played along. "Why?"
Jack Nicholson said, "You might not believe this, but that guy who founded Playboy magazine used to be incredibly innocent. Like Robert here now."
"He had two marriages. Before his first one, he didn't have any sexual experience. Can you believe that?"
"His first time was with his first wife, Millie. And they didn't even sleep together until after two years of dating. Even in the relatively conservative America back then, that was pretty unusual."
"What's even funnier is, he stayed loyal to that wife of his like some chaste monk—but later, she told him she'd been fooling around even before their marriage, and didn't stop afterward either. More than once."
"You guys probably don't know how much that crushed Hefner's spirit at the time."
"He once said to his friends during casual chats, that ever since then, every time he slept with his wife, he felt like there was another guy in their bed."
"In the end, he just couldn't get over it mentally, and they divorced."
"After that, the old man turned into the infamous Playboy, a magnet for beautiful women—until wife number two, Kimberley Conrad, came into the picture."
At this point, Jack paused, seeming a bit sentimental.
"Wait, you're saying he went back to family life?" Leonardo asked, clearly in disbelief.
Because his own experience told him: once you've tasted the lush jungle, it's hard to go back to a single tree.
Eyes dazzled. Heart captivated.
"I know what you're thinking. But that old guy really did pull it off—for a while, at least," Nicholson said, with a bit of admiration.
"Kimberley Conrad was Playmate of the Year, and Hefner adored her. They actually had a calm, traditional family life for a time. Their divorce wasn't because anyone cheated. They were just... tired."
"Like the old guy just said—back then, he felt older than he does now. He clearly didn't want to settle into old age so soon. And Kimberley didn't want to give up the glamorous world outside either. So, they split."
"After that, the old geezer seemed to figure it all out. No more restraints. He went wild."
"Oh right, Martin—he really likes that website you invested in. His screen name on Facebook is WaitandSee.Rabbit. When it comes to embracing new tech, he's way ahead of me."
At that moment, Hugh Hefner finally wrapped up on stage.
"And now, I declare the party officially begins!"
Boom boom boom—fireworks exploded in the sky above the mansion.
The Gothic palace doors opened, and a horde of Playboy Bunnies rushed out. The crowd's energy instantly spiked.
Leonardo perked up, eyes scanning like radar. "Now this is what I call a party."
"Is he mocking me?" Nicholson turned to Martin.
Martin: "Absolutely."
"Waaaaaah! Look who it is! My dear brother Jack, you finally showed up!" Hugh Hefner walked over with a drink in hand and cheerfully said something horrifying. "Last time, you got drunk and killed my Bunny. Roasted her, even. I still haven't settled that score with you. So? How are you planning to compensate me?"
Leonardo blinked. "Wait... Bunny?"
Nicholson looked embarrassed. He whispered, "Uhh... That was the old man's pet rabbit."
Then he shoved Martin forward. "Anyway! I brought Martin here for you. Didn't you say you wanted to meet the kid who's inheriting your Hollywood legacy?"
Hefner's eyes lit up. "Ah! What a fine young man! Come, come—tell me how you manage to keep so many women around without any of them starting drama?"
Martin fell silent. So this was why the old geezer wanted to meet him?
But he smoothly bullshitted, "Well, it's not simple. First, you have to understand female psychology. Then, apply enterprise management techniques to managing them. Then, make sure you have the kind of power they respect. Finally, ensure they can live a good life without needing to work. Master these four, and you'll have your harem under perfect control."
Hugh Hefner was thrilled. "Excellent! Let's talk more. How many Bunnies do you want? Eight? Back in the day, Elvis Presley had eight Bunnies in my penthouse. One unforgettable night."
Elsewhere, Jack Nicholson was dragging Leonardo to sneak away.
"Let's go, quick! Before he notices. I'm not giving him another Zimbabwe rabbit to make up for it."
(GodOfReader: Holy fuck, they're fucking cute! Can someone tell me how can i buy it here in philippines?)
Leonardo grumbled, "Martin is too much. I asked him the same question before, and he just brushed me off with 'talent'. But listen to that—he obviously has a whole damn system!"
Jack looked at him, astonished. "Dude... Seriously? You couldn't tell Martin was just bullshitting that whole time?"
"Wait... really?"
"Haha! Blondies, man. Always so gullible."
"Hey! That's racist!"
"Yeah, and I'm owning it!"
"You bastard!"
"You old bastard!"