Los Angeles, the heart of Hollywood Heights.
Martin was too familiar with this place, holding the invitation and entering through the side door, bringing Musk into the VIP room.
The pair didn't walk the red carpet and arrived early; as they entered, they saw Megan Ellison.
The VIP room was large and already quite a few people had arrived, but Martin and Megan's gazes cut through everyone and clashed.
Musk, hands in his pockets, said, "Madman Larry Ellison's daughter, she's just like her father. Buddy, go for it, I'll cover you, and I definitely won't compete with you."
Martin couldn't possibly let his brother down, "Aren't you unbothered by the cold? If you want to go, then go ahead."
Musk might have eccentric tastes but he wasn't interested in her; with a grin, he said, "Megan Ellison is not my target tonight."
As they were talking, Megan Ellison, the host, quickly approached them with a look of curiosity in her eyes. What were these two doing together?
