At that, my face, which had been calm until now, finally betrayed a flicker of emotion. No wonder that voice sounded familiar.
Silas grinned smugly. “What? Have you heard of Ember Group? You know Delacourt Group? Then you’d better leave. You’re not in a position to offend us.”
The guards hesitated, clearly unsure of what to do. Since my so-called assistant still hadn’t shown up, they reluctantly said, “Sir, we’re terribly sorry. Could you please wait at the entrance until your assistant arrives with the invitation?”
I didn’t hold it against them. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and made a call.
Silas thought I was calling for backup, but then his own phone rang. He glanced at it, panic flashing across his face. Stepping aside, he answered with a sudden respect, “Mr. Delacourt! I’m at the entrance now. Have you arrived?”
I smiled, speaking into my phone, “Yes, I’ve arrived. But I left my invitation in the car. There’s a man named Silas here; he’s been calling me a freak and wants to toss me out…”
Silas’s face drained of color as I continued, “So forget the meeting. The deal’s off.”
