"Open the door."
Harrison's deep-set eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on Kai.
Why does this guy look so familiar?
Suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly—clearly recalling the earlier rejection at the elevator downstairs.
His gaze shifted toward the door, a flicker of displeasure flashing in his narrowed eyes.
So, the person inside VIP Room No. 5 was the same one from before. What a coincidence.
"I'm sorry, sir," Kai replied, recognizing Harrison instantly.
A trace of exasperation darted through his eyes, though his tone remained impeccably polite.
"How may I assist you?"
This guy really had a death wish, didn't he? Bashing his head against Mr. Luther's iron wall like this?
Under normal circumstances, Harrison wouldn't have wasted another second standing outside a door.
But the memory of the man he'd glimpsed in the elevator made him reconsider.
Swallowing his impatience, he forced himself to speak.
"I need to speak with your boss."
