Matt and Liam moved steadily through the lively party, the sound of the bass rolling like distant thunder beneath the chatter.
Matt walked a half step ahead, weaving through clusters of people with ease, calling out names and clasping hands. He introduced Liam casually whenever someone in his inner circle came close enough.
"Hey, this is Liam," Matt said to a group of three guys standing near the bar, their ties already loose, their faces flushed with drink.
For a moment, the guys looked confused — until one of them blinked twice and his mouth fell open.
"Wait… the Liam?"
Liam gave a polite nod.
"You're kidding me," another said, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "The one with the P1 LM variant? And the mansion?"
The third guy swore under his breath, then laughed as though the punchline of some cosmic joke had just landed in front of him. All three scrambled to shake his hand, their smiles tight but genuine.
