"Manager Jordan, I have checked the list of attendees at the entrance, and there was indeed a name registered as Grant," the security guard said as he ran over.
Upon hearing this, Manager Jordan was taken aback. How could this guy have the audacity to walk in? When he came, Mu Feng had told him that Grant was nothing but a useless person.
Pointing at Mu Feng, who was lying on the ground with no signs of movement, Manager Jordan continued, "Even if you didn't sneak in, everyone who comes to this party is from high society. What gives you the right to start a fight here?"
"That's right, you're just a small-time thug. How dare you hit Young Master Morgan? You're asking for trouble!" someone chimed in, and soon the surrounding voices grew louder.
Grant scanned the crowd and chuckled softly, "I never thought my cousin's dog had so many other dogs around him."
