Chapter 211 - 210: No Faceslap? No Drama?
Rex just straightened his jacket again, blissfully unaware of the brush with scandal, and focused on the massive gates ahead.
Various beauties loitering near the gates turned to glance at him, throwing flirty glances, playful smiles, and subtle waves—each hoping to catch his attention. But Rex paid them no mind. If it was some other situation, he may have stopped to appreciate the great canyons and valleys, but today wasn’t just about partying. He had a mission—literally. The system’s task loomed over him like a silent coach holding a clipboard, and he didn’t have the luxury to waste time flirting.
As he approached the entrance, the guards standing at attention immediately straightened. They had seen him, alighten fom one of the most rare luxury car in the world, so rare that even their employer, with all his wealth and influence couldn’t get his hands on. So, they knew that he was someone important—or at least, someone who should not be trifled with. Their gazes briefly flicked to Lena, their brows twitching subtly as they registered her.
Lena, catching their expressions, lifted her chin slightly with the smug confidence of someone who’d just beaten the system. Her eyes sparkled with a barely contained ’Ha! Try and stop me now!’ look, a silent taunt aimed at the very same guards who had manhandled her just minutes ago.
The guards didn’t say anything. Maybe they didn’t recognize her, or maybe they were smart enough to pretend they didn’t. After all, it took a special kind of idiot to challenge a girl who had clearly caught the eye of someone like Rex—a guy who practically screamed ’Don’t mess with me’ in every polished inch of his existence.
Either way, they stepped aside politely, gesturing them through with a curt nod.
They politely asked for the invitation, which Rex took out with casual ease, handing it over like it was no big deal—as if he did this sort of thing every weekend. The guards examined it briefly, scanning the details with professional precision before their expressions shifted ever so slightly. One of them gave a subtle nod, while the other straightened even more.
"Everything’s in order," the taller one said, his tone slipping into something far more respectful. Then, both guards gave a small bow of acknowledgment.
"Enjoy your evening, sir," they added in near unison, the kind of synchronized politeness that only came from years of high-end event training.
Rex nodded calmly, like a man who’d been to dozens of parties more extravagant than this. On the outside, he looked the part—polished, poised, and supremely confident. But on the inside? That was another story.
Rex lingered a second longer, a tad too dramatically, staring at the guards as they nodded him through without a single hiccup.