I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 172
Chapter 172: Chapter 142: Madness Soaring to the Sky_2
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The waiter nods, “Yes. I checked, his name is on my list. The steward brought them here, and he said they had forgotten their invitation.”
“They’re lying!” Layna was suddenly furious, “I invited Harrison Clark as my male companion! I personally delivered the invitation to Carrie Thomas! I don’t know these two people! You’re imposters! This is so shameful!”
“Very disturbing.”
“Isn’t this just theft?”
“No wonder they look like country bumpkins, thinking this is a sightseeing spot.”
“Are they planning to use the photos of us together for their self-promotion back in their country?”
“This is quite popular over there. I once worked with a singer who used playback, and the organizers actually turned off my microphone to match her. It was the most humiliating experience of my life.”
“Get them out of here!”
Young Thomas Su and the girl named Leung were immediately at a loss as their deception was exposed right then and there.
For a moment, they stood frozen on the spot, clueless about what to do with their hands.
They could neither defend themselves nor explain their actions. If all this were reported in the gossip news and then carry back to their home country, it would be far worse than just a humiliation.
At this moment, under Layna’s gaze and the look of scorn from several singers behind her, all filled with despise and anger.
The impeccably dressed duo seemed as pitiful as naked, plucked chickens; vulnerable and helpless yet angry.
They couldn’t understand.
How could they insult us like this?
Who the hell is this Harrison Clark?
What’s so great about him?
Carrie Thomas has some fame, but she’s just started gaining popularity. She didn’t even have half the Twitter followers I have. Why is she being so arrogant?
No wonder these two lack social grace.
As money-making machines for Mr. Campbell, both of them work pretty hard. They devote sixteen hours a day, either attending activities, rushing to activities, making publicity appearances, or portraying a crafted image of themselves.
They boast of being creative artists while relying on their looks to make a living, oblivious to the realities of the real creative world.
Just when the situation was about to deteriorate, the steward finally noticed the situation and rushed over.
The steward himself rushed to push the two outside.
He adamantly denied deliberately letting the two imposters in; He claimed that he too was deceived.
“Get out!” he shouted. “All of you, get the hell out! You shameful fraudsters!” The butler no longer cared about keeping up appearances. As he drove them out of the front door, he also directed his anger at Maxwell Campbell, who was cluelessly waiting to pick them up.
Maxwell Campbell and his group slunk off to the side, appearing as miserable as mangy dogs that had fallen into a pit latrine.
After sneaking off to the side, Maxwell Campbell vented his anger on Su and Leung, berating them harshly.
“Didn’t I tell you two to keep a low profile inside? Who told you to show off? Now look what’s happened. Money’s been spent, nothing’s been accomplished. If someone with malintent took photos, you two might just drop dead on the spot!”
Thomas Su, the fresh meat, protested while raising his hand, “Mr. Campbell, it’s not like that. We…”
Slap!
Maxwell Campbell delivered a clear slap to his face, “No excuses! I only care about the result!”
A nearby assistant chimed in, “Mr Campbell, what shall we do now?”
“What can we do? We wait here and see if we get another chance”
Deeply wronged, Su and Leung cowered on one side.
They truly couldn’t understand it.
They were so popular back in the UK, why were they treated so pitifully here? At 5:48, the Mercedes-Benz Vito carrying Harrison Clark and Carrie Thomas finally arrived. It drove right up to the entrance of the villa.
Harrison gave the African-American driver a thousand dollar tip before getting out of the car.
Even though he wasn’t in a rush, the driver drove fast and steady, taking shortcuts, so it made sense to give him a little extra.
They got out of the car and walked briskly to the entrance of the mansion. Carrie Thomas handed over the invitation, and Harrison reported his name. But the waiter did not let them in immediately, instead calling for the steward again.
Fresh from the blunder created by the previous pair and the subsequent fallout from the steward, the waiter did not want to risk another issue.
The steward was full of rage.
What should have been a successful party that would have shone on his career record, was nearly destroyed by the debacle these two had caused.
If you two hadn’t been late, would I have been tempted to cut corners?
“I am not sure if your passports are forged, so I can’t let you in. Even if you are who you claim to be, you’re nearly an hour late. Is there really a point in attending now?”
The steward stood at the entrance, refusing to let them in.
He didn’t know these two people.
These weren’t Jack Clark or Bruce Lee, they must have been like those Chinese people earlier. These two were just lucky, they must have somehow acquired a ticket.
Harrison glanced awkwardly at Carrie Thomas.
Carrie turned away, not wanting him to see her chuckle.
Serves you right for being ostentatious, now you’ve embarrassed yourself. Harrison thought that they couldn’t just barge in, but, having promised Layna, he thought it appropriate to notify her, so he decided to call her on the spot. “I’m sorry, Miss Layna, we’re at the entrance to the mansion. But the steward won’t let us in, it’s my fault, I was way too late, let’s forget about today.”
After ending the call, Harrison shrugged at Carrie, “Let’s go..”
