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Joe glared at him in irritation and said flatly, “Harold Wilson, where do we get the invitation is none of your business.”
Harold smirked. “You are just some deadbeat losers, how can you get the invitation from the Moore family? From what I see, you must have stolen it from someone to get in here, right?”
“Crazy.” Joe didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He turned around and said nothing.
His ignorant attitude infused Harold’s anger even more.
In his eyes, Joe was nothing but a cowardly loser, he was equivalent to a servant in the Wilson family, a nobody!
But now, he could also come to Treasure Pavilion, Harold saw it as an insult and humiliation!
How could an inferior moocher stand side by side with him?!
Harold glared at Joe agitatedly, he pointed at his nose and demanded, “Spill it, how do you get in here?”
Joe frowned in exasperation and said to Jacob, “Dad, ignore the idiot, let’s go.”
“Stop!”
Harold stepped forward, blocking their way, and demanded arrogantly, “What’s the hurry? Why, I caught you, didn’t I? You must have used some shameless means to get in here! You don’t deserve to be in such a prestigious place! Show me your invitation!”
Joe was also burning in fury. Although he had been tolerating his irrationality, it didn’t mean that he would be provoked again and again.
He said coldly, “Show you my invitation? You don’t deserve to see it! Get lost!”
Harold frowned in great dismay. His face was turning into an ugly shade of red.
Joe had always been a soft-spoken wimp, how dare he ask him to get lost!
Harold grabbed Joe’s arm and warned, “If you don’t clarify yourself today, don’t you dare walk away from me!”
Harold was fast, but Joe was faster. He avoided the grab and in a swift action, he clasped Harold’s wrist, shook it slightly, and sneered. “What? Is the injury on your hand healed? Pain is forgotten where gain follows huh?”
Harold suddenly felt an enormous force surging into his body. He took two steps backward, feeling furious and shocked at the same time.
This loser’s strength was quite powerful!
Knowing that he was out of Joe’s league, Harold growled coldly, “Damn it, you wait here, I’ll get the manager and kick you out!”
Then, Harold turned his head and shouted for the manager to come.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked quickly, with two security guards tagging along.
The man managed a diplomatic smile on his face and said to Harold respectfully, “Yes, Mr. Wilson, how can I help you?”
“Manager, check their invitation.” Harold pointed disdainfully at Joe. “I suspect that theirs are fake.”
For privacy and security reasons, the guest’s name was not stated on the invitation card. Instead, it displayed a string of exclusive passwords. By using a specific app on the phone to scan the password, it would display the name of the attendees.
Judging from Harold’s luxurious suit, the manager knew that he was from a prominent family, whereas Joe was dressed in mediocre clothes. His lips curled into a sheepish smirk and said to Joe, “Sir, please show me your invitation card and I’ll check it.”
He donned a polite and diplomatic tone but there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.
As the old saying went, ‘don’t judge the book by its cover’, but the manager did. From Joe’s ordinary attire, the manager assumed that he didn’t look like the distinguished guest who could walk into the Treasure Pavilion.
Joe was furious and annoyed by the contemptuous look in the manager’s eyes, and he said coldly, “What if I don’t want to?”
The manager cleared his throat, restored his professional gaze, and asked, “May I know which family are you from?”
Before Joe could speak, Harold blurted rudely, “He is from our Wilson family. Oh no, my mistake, he is a live-in son-in-law of the Wilson family. I can’t say that he is a member of our family, he’s more like a dog!”
The term ‘live-in son-in-law’ was enough for the manager to make all kinds of speculations. How could a person with an honorable status become a live-in son-in-law?
The manager donned a gloomy look and said, “Tell me, how did you get in here?”
Joe had lost all the patience when he faced the scrutiny from these people. He was also utterly disappointed at Treasure Pavilion’s attitude of dividing their guests into different classes.
He said coldly, “I walked in here, of course.”
Knowing Joe’s lowly status, the manager stopped probing him further, instead, he said, “If you don’t follow the rules and hand me the invitation card for verification, then I have to ask you to leave.”
Then, he gestured with his hand and the two security guards stepped forward and watched Joe like eagles watching their prey.
Jacob was a little panicked by the scene. He tugged Joe’s shirt and said nervously, thinking that their invitation cards were fraudulent, “Joe, I think we better stay out of trouble, let’s go back.”
Joe frowned in confusion. “Dad, you don’t want to watch the auction anymore?”
Jacob shook his head profusely. “No, we shouldn’t come in the first place. If we are kicked out of here later, it will be so embarrassing…”
Since his father-in-law had already decided, Joe nodded and walked out together.
It was just an auction, what was so great about it anyway? If his father-in-law didn’t want to stay, he had no reason to stay either to suffer the insults by these people.
As for Jasmine Moore, if she asked him about it, he would just say that the Moore family’s event was too prestigious to have him there!
He turned and left with Jacob.
Behind them, Harold laughed slyly, “Hahaha, deadbeat losers, You’re scared now, huh? How dare you sneak into the Moore family’s auction sales! Losers!”
Joe ignored his taunt and walked towards the door.
At this moment, there was a sudden uproar in the crowd.
The crowd suddenly made way to form a passage in the middle, a man and a woman slowly walked into the hall.
The woman wore a black evening dress that hugged her perfect and slender figure.
Under the bright illumination, she was utterly beautiful and elegant, every move she made, even her walking posture, was exceptionally gracious.
The woman was so beautiful that Harold couldn’t take his gaze off of her.
Jasmine walked into the venue, scanned around, saw two empty seats in the VIP section in the front row, and asked, “Where are my two VIP guests? Have they not arrived yet?”
Finn Baxendale looked through the guest’s information and frowned. “Miss Moore, the scanner from the entrance indicated that the invitation cards of the two VIPs have been verified, they must have entered our hall, but we don’t know where they are right now.”
Then, he ordered his staff, “Call the manager to see me.”
Soon, the manager sprinted to them and asked, “Mr. Baxendale, what’s the matter?”