2025-07-28 13:11:30“Ladies and gentlemen, what’s going on here?” a security guard jogged over, baton in hand.
“That sewer rat right there tried to sneak into tonight’s auction with a fake card. He wants to sit with us. Absolutely disgusting” Emily jabbed a perfectly manicured finger toward Seth.
“A disgrace!” said an elderly woman in gold-rimmed glasses. “I refuse to breathe the same air as some filthy street punk like him!”
“Throw him out!” Emily said with smug satisfaction. “This is a high-class event. We don’t need our standards dragged through the mud.”
“Sir, I’m going to need you to leave.” The guard squared his shoulders.
He raised the baton slightly in warning.But Seth didn’t flinch. He crossed his arms, a mocking grin curling on his lips.
“Oh, come on. You guys are pathetic,” he sneered. “Getting treated like scraps and still strutting around like your cheap-ass invites mean something?”
He exaggerated a look of pity, eyes sweeping the crowd.
“Wake the hell up. What you’re holding is the bottom-tier entry pass—mass-produced crap for the masses. But what I’ve got right here—”
“Is a VIP pass? That’s what you were about to say, wasn’t it?” Emily cut in, her voice full of venom.
“Listen, Seth, I know being dumped by Rose must’ve fried what little brain you had left. But this is your own doing.”
“You faked your way into the Tyrel household, offered to treat the old man with your so-called ‘medical skills’, and ruined everything."
"If I were you, I’d have buried my head in the dirt long ago—not chased us all the way here, embarrassing yourself.”
Emily crossed her arms, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.
"Nice speech," Seth sighed, stepping closer to Emily. "But you just exposed your own pathetic little worldview."
Emily instinctively stepped back.
"You’re a selfish, shallow, gold-digging bitch who sees everyone as tools—use them when they’re useful, toss them when they’re not."
“And don’t make me remind you how you landed that ‘perfect fiancé’ of yours in the first place.”
Seth’s voice dropped as he took one more step toward her.
Now there was something different about him—an air of power, command.
For the first time, the room felt the weight of his presence.
“You—you’re talking nonsense!” Emily snapped, her voice cracking. “William loves me. He proposed! We, we’re officially engaged!”
But panic flickered in her eyes. She couldn’t afford for anyone here to know the truth—that she once dumped Seth for William when the tides turned.
It was undignified in the eyes of high society!
Seth gave a humorless laugh and handed the card to the guard beside him.
“Go ahead. Verify it. I’m a hundred percent sure it’s real. Just like Emily’s ‘unbreakable’ relationship with her fiancé.”
Chuckles rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew William’s reputation—a serial playboy with more scandals than business deals.
Emily’s face turned to stone. She glared at Seth, fists clenched.
“You just don’t get it, do you, punk?” William finally snapped. “Don’t think banging Rose for a few days makes you royalty!"
"Let me tell you—once that old man from the Tyrel family kicks it, their whole empire’s going down with him.”
“And when that happens? You, Rose, all of you will be crawling at my feet, begging for scraps!”
His arrogance was so over-the-top, even the crowd looked stunned.
“Is that so? Then I suppose I should get to know my future boss” A sharp, cold voice echoed from above.
Heads turned—gasps rang out.
Rose Tyrel stood at the balcony on the second floor, eyes unreadable, tone icy.
William’s face went corpse-pale. Sweat began to pour. He had no idea how long she’d been standing there.
“What are you doing down there, Seth?” Rose called out. “VIP entrance is upstairs. Or did you forget?”
She waved her invitation—an identical black card to the one in Seth’s hand.
“Didn’t realize you liked mingling with the bottom feeders.”
Seth shrugged. “My bad.” He moved toward the stairs.
“Rose! You’re being deceived!” Emily screamed.
She couldn’t stand watching Seth strut around like some goddamn victorious general—after humiliating her, after humiliating William—now flaunting his connection to Rose like it was a trophy!
“He’s a leech! A gold-digger! He’s only using you for your money!”
“Then let him,” Rose replied, rolling her eyes. “With the Tyrel family fortune, he can eat off me for whole life and I’d still be filthy rich!”
“I’m just—” Emily lunged forward, but the security guard stepped in front of her.
“Sorry, miss. Upstairs is for VIPs only. Please show your invitation.”
Emily’s face burned as she clenched the basic invitation, humiliated and fuming.
William’s jaw clenched as he pulled her down the stairs, defeated.
The crowd murmured, some stifling laughter.
The guard who went to verify the invitation came running back, shouting.
“This is an authentic VIP invitation—direct from the Tyrel estate.”
Someone in the crowd muttered loudly, “Looks like someone’s been barking at the wrong tree.”
Laughter crashed through the hall like a tidal wave.
Emily locked her eyes on Seth’s back, rage boiling in her chest.
She swore—one day, that bastard was gonna pay.
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