Chapter 265 Had we met before?
Chapter 265: Chapter 265 Had we met before?
Author’s POVA flicker of satisfaction crossed Clara’s face.
She’d always known the Holts were opportunists. As long as she had power, they’d fall in line.
"Fine," Clara said curtly. "Follow me."
But when they reached the entrance, the security guards stopped them cold.
One of the guards checked their faces against a list, then looked up sharply. "You’re from Silver Creek Pack?"
"That’s right," Derek said quickly. "But I’m not with the pack directly—I work for Harborview Trust Bank."
"Doesn’t matter." The guard’s voice was flat and unyielding. "You’re all on the blacklist. Orders from the top. None of you are allowed inside. And anyone accompanying you is also barred entry. Leave now, or we’ll have you escorted out."
Clara’s face went pale with shock and embarrassment.
She forced a strained smile. "I’m sure there’s been a mistake. VIP guests are allowed to bring family members. They’re with me—I’m here representing Sentinel—"
"Orders are orders," the guard cut her off sharply. "No exceptions. Move along."
"This is ridiculous!" Sophia’s voice rose sharply, her wolf snarling inside her chest. "You’re banning us over some stupid argument? If you’re going to block us, why don’t you drag that bitch Aria Smith out here too!"
Sophia was too furious to notice the irony.
Clara felt her own wolf stir restlessly, her blood boiling. Who the hell did they think they were, throwing their weight around like this?
This had to be someone pulling strings. And if she had to guess, it was probably connected to that *other* Clara—the one Sophia had fought with outside.
But how could some nobody with a startup company possibly have this much influence?
Clara pulled out her phone, intending to call Julian and ask him to vouch for her. But she hesitated—she didn’t want him to know about her messy family drama.
She tried reasoning with the guards again, but it was useless. Within minutes, a dozen more security personnel arrived and began forcibly ushering them away from the entrance.
Rose had never been humiliated like this in her life. Her face flushed a deep, furious red, and her breathing became labored.
Margaret quickly pulled her aside, afraid the old woman might actually collapse.
Clara tried to salvage the situation by suggesting the Holts leave while she went in alone—but the guards refused to let even *her* through now.