Chapter 428
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Lorraine’s excitement grew with every second of Christina’s stubborn resistance. One way or another, she thought, Christina was about to get tossed out. What kind of person walked into an event like this, bringing nothing more than a modest gift worth a thousand dollars? Pathetic.
Lorraine’s voice dripped with scorn as she pointed at Christina and said to the head of security, “See? She’s only here to cause trouble. Let’s not waste time — just throw her out!”
By now, Lorraine was certain Christina wasn’t some VIP personally invited by Kurt. Whoever brought Christina in couldn’t have been anyone important. Otherwise, Christina wouldn’t have shown up with such a laughably cheap present.
The head of security glanced around the room, then walked over to Christina and asked with measured courtesy, “Miss Jones, may I see your invitation, please?”
Not everyone in the room knew this, but the true guests of honor received invitations handwritten by Kurt himself. Outwardly, all the invites looked identical, except for that small detail.
Christina didn’t argue. She simply reached into her purse and handed over her invitation.
Before the head of security could take it, Lorraine lunged forward and snatched it out of his reach. She laughed. “Looks like a regular invite to me,” she said, waving it for all to see. To her eyes, it looked exactly like every other invitation — absolutely not some VIP invitation.
Turning back to the security team, Lorraine’s tone turned threatening. “Get rid of her now, or I’ll have my godmother make sure every one of you is dismissed.”
The security team exchanged uneasy glances. Nobody wanted to make a mistake, not when a real VIP might be involved. Mishandling this could cost more than just their jobs.
“Ms. Reynolds,” the head of security responded firmly, “please hand me the invitation so I can check it properly.”
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Lorraine clung to the invitation, defiant. “What’s the point? It’s exactly the same as all the rest!”
A ripple of curiosity swept through the crowd as guests began pulling out their own invitations, holding them up to compare with the one Lorraine waved around. To everyone’s eye, there was no difference at all. Every card looked perfectly ordinary, with no special marks or distinguishing features anywhere.
Lorraine’s lips curled into a smug grin as she slapped the invitation against her palm. “Are you all deaf? Stop wasting time!” she snapped, her voice rising. “If this delays Mr. Miller’s party, don’t think for a second you’ll escape the fallout.” She fixed the head of security with a hard stare. “Or should I bring Mrs. Miller down here to teach you how to do your job?”
Unfazed, the head of security kept his voice even. “Ms. Reynolds, there are rules we have to follow. Please hand over the invitation.”
A sharp “No!” was Lorraine’s answer. She crushed the invitation in her fist, twisting it into a crumpled ball before tossing it onto the floor. For added effect, she drove her heel down, grinding the card beneath her shoe until it was wrinkled beyond recognition.
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