Lu Shiyan slowed to a halt beside the barrier, lowering the window.
A uniformed guard stepped forward. "Your invitation, sir?"
Lu Shiyan calmly passed over a card wallet from the front compartment. "They are here for the private suite under Su Qing's registry. Reserved in the name of Z, S&L Consortium."
The guard scanned the contents, his expression shifting subtly. "I'm sorry. There's no clearance registered under either of their identities. The consortium name is listed, but it's under Su Qing's credentials."
Lu Zi Zhen raised an eyebrow, then let out a faint sigh. "Of course it is."
Lu Ting Cheng chuckled beside him, unbothered as he adjusted his watch. "We left in a rush. No one remembered to hand us the golden keys."
The guard remained polite, but firm. "Without verification or a gate pass, I can't allow entry. Even reserved suites require on-site clearance."
Lu Shiyan glanced at the rearview mirror. "Young Masters?"
