"Mr. Meyers. I—I—I didn't know," Carl Johnson stammered.
Martin smiled. "Now you know?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I know! I'll disappear from here immediately!"
With that, Carl Johnson and his two bodyguards turned and left without looking back, heading straight toward the direction of the night market dance club—mouths still grumbling in that direction.
At the same time, the club manager had already stepped in to stop the tattooed Black man and the other who was about to make a move on Megan. Wiping cold sweat from his brow, he was thankful the security had hesitated just enough.
Then, plastering on a flattering smile, he turned to Martin, bowed slightly, and said:
"My apologies, truly, I had no idea these two ladies were your friends, Mr. Meyers. It's all been a misunderstanding. How about this—tonight, all expenses for these two ladies are on the house, and we'll also present them with two VIP membership cards."
…
Back in Martin's car, The Red-Haired Girl still felt as if it were all a dream.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she kept sneaking peeks at Martin and Megan in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
Inwardly, she was both shocked and awed.
"Megan's friend is actually Martin freaking Meyers? Oh my God, unbelievable. That means I've indirectly gotten to know Martin too!"
Red-Haired Girl felt her night had turned spectacular—not only had she tangled with the son of a billionaire, but she'd also gotten acquainted with another super-rich tycoon.
"This is way too exciting!!!"
Martin first dropped Red-Haired Girl off at her place, then left with Megan.
As she watched the Mercedes gradually disappear into the distance, she sighed with envy: "Megan's in for a great night… lucky girl!"
…
Inside the Mercedes, Martin didn't ask Megan where she lived, nor did Megan say anything about going home.
The two seemed to understand each other, allowing the car to head straight to Martin's luxury residence in Beverly Hills.
On the way, they chatted casually.
Only then did Martin learn that Megan's friend wasn't just some ordinary woman.
Her name was Koleen Brooks.
At forty years old, she had worked fifteen years ago as a stripper in a nightclub called Shotgun Willie's in Denver, Colorado.
But that was just the beginning.
In a surprising twist, five years ago, this same woman ran for mayor of the small town of Georgetown, Colorado—and won.
Georgetown, located in central Colorado, about 65 kilometers from Denver, used to be a silver mining town.
Unfortunately, she lasted only a year before being impeached mid-term.
The reason? Well, let's just say she was a walking scandal.
Her "greatest hits" included using heavy drugs in secret, publicly exposing her breasts at bars, and getting into brawls where she cursed at police officers.
Just ten months into her term, the city council had already tried to remove her once—but gave her a second chance.
Reportedly, she even hired people to beat up a cop she didn't like.
Later, she was prosecuted for falsifying evidence—claiming she'd been attacked with a knife on her way home from work.
If convicted, she faced up to two years in prison and over $100,000 in fines.
Still, she wasn't arrested but was summoned to appear in court again on April 11.
She insisted she really had been assaulted with a knife.
After being impeached, Koleen Brooks vehemently denied all the rumors.
She denied ever exposing herself in public, claiming she'd stopped such behavior after becoming mayor.
Regarding her breast augmentation, she said, "I spent a lot of money to get these beautiful boobs."
As for hiring thugs, she dismissed the accusations as "nonsense."
During her term, she also ran a side business: a beauty clinic called "Dare2BeDifferent."
Her policies as mayor weren't popular, and her relationship with other city officials was fraught with tension.
Describing her conflicts with them, she once said: "There's no better drama series than this."
After her removal, she said in an interview: "I thought Georgetown needed change. But maybe the voters didn't. Still, good didn't lose to evil. I will never give up. I'm standing up against all this."
Shortly afterward, she joined a feminist organization and became a staunch advocate.
...
In the driver seat, Gordon was dumbfounded. This woman's life story was downright outrageous and wild.
As they chatted, the Mercedes rolled into Martin's estate.
Martin didn't go to the master bedroom—Alexandra was asleep there in preparation for her upcoming match.
Instead, he led Megan to one of the guest rooms.
Megan blushed, knowing full well what was about to happen.
She felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Martin, meanwhile, was stirred by emotion. Right now, Megan was still pure, not yet transformed into that silicone-doll-like version of herself from the original timeline.
But now, with him in the picture, Megan's future wouldn't end up the same.
In the other timeline, she had fallen for the wrong person—going from Hollywood's sex symbol to a mentally broken woman under the control of her fiancé.
Forced to kneel… to wear a leash like a dog in public… to suffer domestic abuse… to dress provocatively on command… to be enticed into substance use.
Her fiancé—MGK, Machine Gun Kelly—had even bragged in interviews about their experiences using hallucinogens together.
Megan admitted that drug use had brought her intense suffering, like being dragged through Hell itself, and she refused to ever touch that stuff again.
She later confessed that her relationship with MGK was filled with "pain, blood, addiction issues, and extreme behavior," and that she had endured many horrible things.
But because the two of them often acted all lovey-dovey in public, the online crowd ignored all the red flags, assuming Megan was a willing participant.
"I'll say this now: MGK was abusing Megan right in front of us, but no one cared because their public displays of affection were so awkward and cringe that people couldn't connect them to real abuse."
It wasn't until Megan's therapist couldn't stay silent anymore that someone stepped in—publicly calling out MGK for brainwashing her (i.e., emotional manipulation/PUA), and privately urging Megan to break up with him.
Eventually, Megan escaped that relationship—but her life was pretty much wrecked by then.
Honestly, Martin sometimes felt like he wasn't a "devil" at all, but Hollywood's "savior."
Just how many women with tragic futures had he already saved from ruin?
Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Jessica Alba, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Drew Barrymore, Britney Spears… and now Megan Fox.
Yes, it was him—Martin Meyers—protector of these beautiful blossoms, ensuring they could bloom freely under the sun!
[GodOfReader: Wow, Thank you for your service then.]