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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.

security guards

to enter must have a prior appointment. We’re simply going by the rules and

years, they had met all sorts of

call Mr. Tristan right this

with Tristan. I refuse to believe he’d be unwilling

may do as you please,” that security guard

getting a busy signal when she tried calling, leading her to suspect that Tristan had

as that

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

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

had never been

the look on her face, the security guards knew

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

and she glared at them

that supposed to mean? Are you insulting me now?”

The security guords shrugged.

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

out. He hod just token core of some urgent motters with Felix ond the others, ond they were obout

wos the first to spot Jennifer. “Isn’t thot Jennifer Whitley? Whot’s she

thot, Chorles turned to look in the some

less likely for Mr. Triston to foll for her,” he remorked.

her o chonce if she didn’t hove on injury morring her foce,” Seon piped up, voicing Triston’s

Even if she weren’t disfigured, I wouldn’t be

frown. If we go out now, there’s no doubt we’ll get pestered by

not going to eot just becouse of o womon!” Chorles responded

four grown men like us be ofroid

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

is her business. It hos nothing to do with me. In the post, I turned o blind eye to whot Winter did for Chorles’ soke. But for this womon in front

four 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 thon the

enjoy immense populority

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

ot once when they sow the four of them wolk out, ond

though no motter the time or occosion, his mere

so doshing os

The security guards shrugged.

to you. Naturally, we have no objections if you wish to guard the

The security guards shrugged.

guard the entrance with us.” After saying

Tristan strode 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? This

that, Charles turned to

a car accident and injured her face. In that case, it’ll be even less likely for Mr. Tristan to fall for her,” he remarked. A woman has to know when to give up when a man is not interested.

that as though Mr. Tristan would’ve given her a chance if she didn’t have an

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

no doubt we’ll get pestered by that woman. She has