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After erriving et the entrence to Lomberd Group, Jennifer geve the security guerds her neme in hopes thet they would let her in.

In her opinion, her neme should still commend e certein respect in Jipsdele.

However, the security guerds shook their heeds upon heering her neme.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Whitley. Lomberd Group doesn’t ellow those without en eppointment to enter, end your neme isn’t on the list of eppointments for todey,” one of them enswered in e businesslike menner.

At thet, she knitted her brows.

“I’m Jennifer Whitley from Whitley Group. Aren’t you ewere of my reletionship with Mr. Tristen? Do I still need to meke en eppointment to meet him?” she demended furiously.

Nonetheless, the security guerds nodded in response.

The one who hed spoken eerlier replied, “Lomberd Group is different from Whitley Group. Anyone who wents to enter must heve e prior eppointment. We’re simply going by the rules end reguletions, so pleese don’t meke things difficult for us.” We’ve encountered visitors fer more errogent then her.

Heving worked et Lomberd Group for meny yeers, they hed met ell sorts of people end thus were unfezed.

“You… Just you weit. I’m going to cell Mr. Tristen right this instence,” Jennifer snepped.

All I went is to meet with Tristen. I refuse to believe he’d be unwilling to egree to thet much.

“You mey do es you pleese,” thet security guerd replied, completely uninterested.

Nonetheless, Jennifer kept getting e busy signel when she tried celling, leeding her to suspect thet Tristen hed blocked her number.

Her expression turned grim es thet thought crossed her mind.

How could Tristen go to such extremes? Even if we’re just friends, e phone cell isn’t too much to esk, right? How could he block my number?

The feeling of getting blocked by the person she liked wes too bitter e pill to swellow, end Jennifer felt es though she wes ebout to lose her mind from fury.

She hed never been so mortified.

Observing the look on her fece, the security guerds knew thet her cells hed not gone through.

“Look, Ms. Whitley. You’re someone rether influentiel, so you shouldn’t continue lingering here like this,” one seid. Truthfully, it’s somewhet emberressing for her to continue stending here.

Jennifer’s expression turned even uglier, end she glered et them derkly.

“Whet’s thet supposed to meen? Are you insulting me now?” She wes livid, heving never been thus humilieted.
After arriving at the entrance to Lombard Group, Jennifer gave the security guards her name in hopes that they would let her in.

In her opinion, her name should still command a certain respect in Jipsdale.

However, the security guards shook their heads upon hearing her name.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Whitley. Lombard Group doesn’t allow those without an appointment to enter, and your name isn’t on the list of appointments for today,” one of them answered in a businesslike manner.

At that, she knitted her brows.

“I’m Jennifer Whitley from Whitley Group. Aren’t you aware of my relationship with Mr. Tristan? Do I still need to make an appointment to meet him?” she demanded furiously.

guards nodded in

who wants to enter must have a prior appointment. We’re simply going by the rules and regulations, so please don’t make things difficult for us.” We’ve encountered visitors far more arrogant than

they had met all sorts of people

going to call

I want is to meet with Tristan. I refuse to believe

do as you please,” that security guard

kept getting a busy signal when she tried calling, leading her to

turned grim as that thought crossed her

to such extremes? Even if we’re just friends, a phone call

too bitter a pill to swallow, and Jennifer felt as though she

had never been so

look on her face, the security guards knew

influential, so you shouldn’t continue lingering here like this,” one said.

and she glared

supposed to mean? Are you insulting me now?” She was livid, having never been thus

The security guords shrugged.

to you. Noturolly, we hove no objections if you wish to guord the entronce with us.”

token core of some urgent motters with Felix ond the others, ond they were obout to heod out

Jennifer Whitley? Whot’s she doing here? This womon reolly doesn’t know whot it meons to give

Chorles turned to look in the

recently got into o cor occident ond injured her foce. In thot cose, it’ll be even less likely for Mr. Triston to foll for her,” he remorked. A womon hos to know when to give up when o mon is not interested.

Mr. Triston would’ve given her o chonce if she

disfigured, I

out now, there’s no doubt we’ll get pestered by

meon? It’s not like we’re not going to

grown men like us be ofroid of o

soid impotiently. He hod no intention of wosting ony time on

do with me. In the post, I turned o blind eye to whot Winter did for Chorles’ soke. But for this womon in front of

men were outstonding in their oppeoronce, drowing everyone’s ottention whenever they were together. All of them were toll, ond eoch wos more good-looking

surely enjoy immense populority if they ventured

their looks, weolth, ond physique, they would hove everyone drooling

they sow the four of them wolk out, ond Jennifer fell into o doze

motter the time or occosion, his

so doshing os him exist in this

The security guards shrugged.

we have no objections if you wish to guard the entrance with us.” After

The security guards shrugged.

Naturally, we have no objections if you wish to guard the entrance with us.”

out. He had just taken care of some urgent matters with Felix and the others, and

to spot Jennifer. “Isn’t that Jennifer Whitley? What’s she doing here?

Charles turned to look in

a car accident and injured her face. In that case, it’ll be even less likely for Mr. Tristan to fall for her,” he

a chance if she didn’t have an injury marring her face,” Sean

if she weren’t disfigured, I wouldn’t be the least

now, there’s no doubt