Chapter 417
Chapter 417:
As Yelena moved toward the entrance, Brody gave her a small wave and departed.
He knew Yelena’s usual aversion to public events; such invitations had always been sent to the company, but she typically ignored them.
It was unusual for her to actually show interest and ask him to deliver the invitation.
Before entering, Yelena gestured to Erica, who stood beside her. “This is my classmate. She’s coming in with me p>
The security guard hesitated for a moment before waving them both in. “Alright, alright, you can both go in p>
As Yelena and Erica entered, Austin followed closely behind. But before he could step through, the security guard held up a hand.
“Sir, your invitation p>
The auditorium was packed to capacity, with every seat claimed. Without an invitation in hand, entry for non-guests was strictly prohibited.
Austin reached into his pocket and retrieved an elegant invitation. Its classic design featured the distinguished Kheley University emblem embossed in gold.
The moment the security guard saw the invitation, his demeanor shifted. With a polite nod, he stepped aside, allowing Austin to pass and treating him with the utmost respect.
Monica, trailing close behind, attempted to slip in after Austin.
But the guard, resuming his firm stance, blocked her path.
“Ma’am, your invitation, please,” he said, his tone unyielding.
Monica’s expression darkened with frustration. “What century are we living in? Everyone uses electronic invitations these days, and your school is still stuck with paper ones p>
She rummaged through her bag, her irritation growing. The invitation had been there earlier—where was it now?
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The security guard remained unfazed, his tone neutral but firm. “Apologies, ma’am, but people have grown too reliant on technology these days. At Kheley University, we uphold tradition. Paper invitations are a gesture of sincerity and respect toward our guests. Don’t you want to be respected p>
Monica’s face was strained with frustration as the security guard continued his endless lecture.
He seemed in no hurry to let her pass, and she still couldn’t locate her invitation.
Clenching her fists to suppress her rising anger, Monica tried a different approach. “My invitation is missing, but I’m an invited performer,” she said, her tone forcibly polite.
The guard stared at her blankly, his expression unreadable. “So?” he replied flatly.
Monica’s patience teetered on the edge of collapse. She took a deep breath, attempting to keep her composure. “Without me, the performance won’t happen. Are you going to take responsibility for that p>
The guard shrugged, unimpressed. “Not my concern. My job is to monitor this area and ensure everyone follows the rules p>
The guard smirked inwardly, amused by the situation. This woman should have thought twice before trying to bully Yelena. He wasn’t a real security guard here—this job was just something he did for amusement.
Out of options, Monica reluctantly called the administrative office director who had invited her, explaining the situation.
Moments later, the director arrived, his expression darkening when he saw Monica being blocked. He stormed over, ready to reprimand the guard.
But when the director got a proper look at him, his anger dissolved into surprise.
“Mr. Wii p>
Hugh, the president, raised a hand, cutting him off mid-sentence. His expression was cold and authoritative. “If you’re going to invite people to our events, at least ensure they meet proper standards,” he said icily. “We’re a prestigious, century-old institution. Allowing unsuitable guests only damages our reputation p>
John, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, couldn’t contain his laughter.