Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

Emma Watson finally let go of Martin.

While she felt she could hold onto Martin forever, her body didn't agree—look at those skinny arms of hers. Did she really want to render them useless?

"Oh, thank God it's over," grumbled Rupert Grint in annoyance. Emma's face flushed red. She had momentarily forgotten she wasn't alone—Rupert and Daniel were right next to her.

But there was no way Emma would admit any fault on her part.

Lifting her chin with pride, she said smugly, "Hmph! I was just tired and leaning on Martin to rest for a bit. Why didn't you call me sooner?"

Rupert pointed at himself, then at Emma, utterly incredulous. Was it even possible for someone to be this shameless?

He turned to Daniel for backup, only to discover that Daniel had seized the opportunity to sneak over to Martin, leaving Rupert behind.

Traitor! Rupert thought bitterly as he watched Daniel chatting with Martin, even getting his hair ruffled affectionately. Rupert fumed. I was the first of the three of us to meet Martin. I'm his best friend!

Without a second thought, Rupert shoved past Emma to rush toward Martin.

Emma, now ignoring Rupert's boorish actions, was still savoring the memory of hugging Martin. But then her eyes widened in shock.

A blonde girl about Emma's age was running toward Martin, calling his name excitedly. Her radiant smile lit up her face as she dashed into his arms, mimicking Emma's earlier actions. Martin lifted her into a playful spin.

In Emma's mind, there was only one word—Nooooo!

"Elizabeth, where are your two sisters?" Martin asked.

"Oh, they're mingling with the adults. I have no interest in listening to all that boring flattery," Elizabeth Olsen replied cheerfully.

"Fair enough. It is dull. Let me introduce you to some friends."

"Emma, Daniel, Rupert—come over here."

"Why is my name always last?" Rupert muttered.

"Shut up!" Emma snapped at him before plastering on a sweet smile as she walked toward Elizabeth.

As soon as Elizabeth noticed Emma, she, too, put on a similarly sweet smile, extending her hand.

The two girls shook hands gently, their voices polite and soft.

"Hi, I'm Emma Watson. You can call me Emma. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Olsen. You can call me Elizabeth. Nice to meet you too."

Martin couldn't help but smile. Little girls these days were surprisingly precocious.

Rupert, dumbfounded, turned to Daniel. "Is that Emma?"

Daniel was rubbing his eyes. "If we're not seeing things, then yes, that's Emma."

"I can't believe Emma has this side to her. Why have we never seen it before?"

"Probably because we don't count as her rivals," Daniel said knowingly, though his understanding was half-baked.

In this moment, he recalled something his mother had once said: A woman's rivalry is all smiles on the surface, but deep down, they're ready to tear each other apart.

Rupert, still oblivious, asked, "Rivals? But they seem so friendly!"

"That's only because you can't sense the tension between them!" Daniel sighed.

"Elizabeth, how long have you known Martin? I met him when I was ten during the auditions for Harry Potter," Emma began.

"Oh, really? I've known him since I was seven or eight. I attended the premiere of The Parent Trap and even got his autograph. Oh, and I acted in the sequel as the lead!"

"Is that so? I haven't seen it. What's your favorite book of Martin's? Mine is Harry Potter."

"Just Harry Potter?" Elizabeth covered her mouth with a ladylike chuckle. "I love all of Martin's works, including Twilight."

Damn it! Emma realized she was losing ground. Dropping the pretense, she retorted angrily, "You're lying. My mom says Twilight isn't suitable for kids."

Elizabeth chuckled again, tilting her swan-like neck as though she had won a battle. "My mom and sisters don't stop me from reading Martin's books, even Twilight."

"And," Elizabeth added, giving Emma a sly, fox-like glance before delivering the final blow, "Martin once promised to make me his girlfriend when I grow up!"

What?!

Emma was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. She immediately turned to find Martin and demand an explanation, only to realize he had disappeared.

The Art of Charm Rule #1: Never stick around when women start arguing—you'll end up caught in the crossfire.

Rupert and Daniel, however, weren't so lucky.

"Rupert! Daniel! How can you just stand there and watch? Aren't you going to help me?" Emma demanded.

"Uh… help with what?" Rupert asked, clueless.

Daniel, on the other hand, looked as though he regretted every life choice leading up to this moment. I should've left when Martin did.

"She probably wants us to help her argue," Daniel muttered.

Elizabeth curtsied gracefully to the boys, flashing a sweet smile that instantly won their favor.

Rupert grinned foolishly at her. "Argue? With who?"

Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth politely. "With me, of course."

"Huh?" Rupert blinked in confusion.

What a disgrace! Emma stomped her foot in frustration before storming off, leaving the boys behind.

Elizabeth waved cheerfully at them. "Keep in touch! Remember, my name is Elizabeth. Come visit me when you're in America!"

Halfway through their walk, Rupert slapped his forehead in frustration. "Oh no, I forgot to get her contact information!"

Emma stomped on his foot. "You idiot! She was just being polite."

"How do you know?" Rupert asked, baffled.

Daniel glanced at Emma, then recalled Elizabeth's warm, composed demeanor. He shook his head. The difference in their approach was clear. For once, the little lioness Emma had met her match.

Thinking about how Emma used to boss them around, Daniel suddenly felt an odd sense of relief. It was as if all his pent-up frustration had vanished.