Chapter 355 Gael Harrison
The woman cast another disdainful glance at Hera before refocusing on the receptionist, who now looked visibly uncomfortable. The other two receptionists were available, but the woman had deliberately chosen the one in the middle, where Hera stood. It seemed intentional, but Hera remained unfazed.
To avoid causing the receptionist any trouble, Hera calmly stepped over to the receptionist on the right and handed over her invitation, completely ignoring the girl who had just insulted her. "Here’s our invitation," she said, presenting a shimmering, rainbow-colored card made from a special material that was neither plastic nor paper.
When the girl and the others saw the invitation, they all gasped, their eyes fixated on Hera’s hand. Even the other receptionist couldn’t hide her surprise, momentarily stunned by the sight. However, she quickly regained her composure, smiled politely at Hera, and carefully took the invitation with both hands for closer inspection.
"Hah! Country bumpkin, do you think you can fool everyone here? The invitations to this club only come in bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. A platinum VIP invitation grants full access to all the facilities in the racecourse, with special privileges like first pick of everything and the best service possible."
"I suppose you didn’t know, given that you’re just a country girl pretending to be wealthy—or maybe you crawled out from who knows where. But your little tricks won’t work here. I knew the moment I saw you that you’re just here to seduce rich men while pretending to be some innocent, delicate flower," the girl sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance and condescension.
"If you’re trying to pass off that fake invitation as real, at least do your homework and learn what the genuine ones look like," the girl sneered, her derisive smirk deepening as she looked down on Hera with even more contempt. She felt an irrational urge to crush Hera beneath her heel, disliking her from the moment she laid eyes on her.
And that was reason enough for her to take an immediate dislike to Hera and target her with unwarranted hostility.
Hera couldn’t understand why the girl was directing so much hostility at her when she didn’t even know her. Was she perhaps similar to the guy who had been following her earlier—another acquaintance from her past whom she might have inadvertently annoyed?
Hera chose to ignore the girl’s insults and focused on the receptionist. The receptionist, clearly uncomfortable, struggled to maintain her professionalism. Though she carefully examined the invitation, she was visibly unsettled, as the girl had correctly pointed out that the racecourse only issued four types of invitations—bronze, silver, gold, and platinum. Each type of VIP membership card corresponded to these classifications, making it difficult for her to confirm the authenticity of Hera’s invitation.
The receptionist looked awkwardly at Hera, uncertain of how to proceed. Despite not knowing Hera personally, her years of experience in the industry had taught her one important lesson: never underestimate anyone.
Despite her skepticism about the invitation card Hera presented, the receptionist wanted to remain professional. With a strained smile, she addressed Hera politely, "Miss, I’m sorry, but this invitation appears to be invalid, and we can’t grant you entry. Please, kindly leave the premises."