As the crowd parted, a man and a woman gracefully made their way into the hall.

The woman donned a stunning black evening dress that accentuated her slender figure perfectly.

Bathed in bright lights, her beauty was striking and her elegance was undeniable; every step she took radiated grace.

Harold found himself captivated, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

As Jasmine entered the venue, she surveyed the room and spotted two empty seats in the VIP section at the front. She inquired, “Where are my two VIP guests? Have they not arrived yet?”

Finn Baxendale perused the guest list and frowned. “Miss Moore, the entrance scanner confirms that the two VIPs have checked in, so they must be somewhere in our hall, but their current whereabouts are unknown.”

He then instructed his staff, “Get the manager to see me right away.”

Moments later, the manager hurried over and asked, “Mr. Baxendale, what’s the issue?”

Finn gestured toward the empty VIP seats and questioned, “There are two verified VIP guests; why aren’t they in their seats?”

“Two VIP guests?”

Suddenly, the faces of the old man and the young man he had just ejected flashed through his mind.

Could it be…?

No way…

If they had invitations and were indeed VIPs, why hadn’t they shown him their passes?

Had he inadvertently upset them?

Oh no…

Noticing the manager’s panicked expression, Finn turned to the security guard beside him and said, “You, speak up.”

The security guard, eager to avoid further offense to Mr. Baxendale, cleared his throat and quickly recounted the earlier incident.

Jasmine listened with a frown, then turned to Finn and said, “Mr. Baxendale, I’ll check on Mr. Wade. I trust you to handle this matter wisely; I don’t tolerate disappointment.”

Finn nodded. Once Jasmine departed, a dark cloud settled over his expression as he glared at the manager. “Are you foolish? How could you offend Miss Moore’s guests?”

The manager’s legs turned to jelly at Finn’s fierce tone; he collapsed on the floor and pointed at Harold, exclaiming, “Mr. Baxendale, I didn’t mean to—he provoked me!”

In a fit of rage, Finn kicked the manager in the face and spat, “You arrogant fool! You’re fired! I never want to see you again! According to your contract, you’re liable for all losses today. I’ll make you pay every cent!”

“Mr. Baxendale… Please…”

The manager trembled in fear, realizing the potential magnitude of the losses; he wouldn’t be able to cover them even if he forfeited all his assets.

“Our lawyer will reach out regarding the compensation,” Finn said coldly.

The manager felt dizzy with despair, kneeling and pleading for mercy.

Finn kicked him away with disdain. He turned to the security guards and instructed in a low voice, “Take him out and break his legs! What a snobbish idiot!”

After years of navigating the business world, Finn had grown ruthless. While he refrained from publicly humiliating the manager, he showed no mercy in private.

“Mr. Baxendale, please, it was a mistake! Forgive me…” The manager cried out, shaking uncontrollably.

Two security guards rushed forward, seizing his arms and dragging him away.

Finn redirected his focus to Harold, commanding his staff, “Go, bring Harold Wilson to me immediately!”

Meanwhile, Harold reveled in the fact that he had kicked Charlie and Jacob out of the hall. The prospect of meeting the powerful president of the Treasure Pavilion thrilled him even more.

Everyone knew Finn was a significant figure in Aurous Hill, and building a rapport with him could lead to future benefits and privileges!

As he approached Finn, Harold donned a coy and flattering smile. “Oh, hello, Mr. Baxendale! Your reputation precedes you! It’s an honor to finally meet you; you truly are talented and charming!”

Seething with agitation, Finn kicked Harold in the stomach and snarled, “Damn it! So you’re Harold Wilson, huh? How dare you offend Miss Moore’s guests! You deserve a beating!”