Chapter 11: Rejected by Benita
Author: Bella Cruz
last update2024-09-30 19:44:58

The aggression in the guard’s voice grew, and he took a threatening step closer to Andrew.

But Andrew remained unshaken. "Tell Justin. Now."

The guard’s eyes narrowed. He was about to push Andrew further when something clicked in his mind.

Justin’s name, paired with the way Andrew carried himself, brought back his captain’s briefing from earlier that day.

The CEO had personally informed the security team that the chairman of A and U Group would be attending the event—discreetly—and gave them a specific description.

He took a second look at Andrew and swallowed hard.

This man, the one he was about to kick out, fit that description perfectly.

The guard’s anger turned into cold fear as he realized the massive mistake he was about to make. His face paled, and he quickly took a step back. “Sir, I... I’m terribly sorry,” he stammered, his aggressive tone vanishing,“Please, come right in.”

Mike stared at the guard, baffled. “What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’re falling for his ac
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