In the evening, the grand front of the Royal Crest Hotel was dazzling with lights. Luxury cars lined the driveway, and Boston's elite flowed toward the entrance of the charity gala. When Adrian Wright arrived with Elena Vance on his arm, they immediately attracted attention. Their rumored relationship and potential marriage alliance had been a hot topic in the society pages and everyone clamoured to get firsthand information.
Elena, wearing a sparkling gown, looked around in awe. She turned to Adrian, her voice full of humble thanks. "Thank you so much for bringing me tonight. If we can really connect with Ms. Briggs here, my family will finally soar."
Adrian felt a twinge of guilt mixed with disdain for her lack of high-society sophistication. He gave a perfunctory nod. "Can we not talk about that now? We'll talk about it after we've secured the partnership. Stop getting ahead of yourself. Let's just focus on getting inside first."
At that moment, Elena's eyes caught a familiar figure approaching the entrance from a different direction. Her jaw nearly dropped. It was Leo. And he was wearing an impeccably tailored suit that looked more expensive than anything Adrian owned. A wave of incredulous anger and jealousy washed over her.
"I'll be right back," she hissed to Adrian, her sweet demeanor vanishing. She marched over and planted herself directly in Leo's path.
"You've got to be kidding me. Haven't you had enough of stalking me?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "You failed to bother me at Briggs Corp during the day, so you follow me to my event at night?"
Leo looked baffled. "I wonder what makes you think I'm stalking you. You're not even all that I'm clearly here by invitation."
Elena let out a mocking laugh. "The same lie again? Do you want to be thrown out by security a second time? It's getting pathetic."
"Whether you believe me is your problem," Leo said calmly. "Last time you didn't, but you were the one escorted out, not me."
Elena's face turned red from anger. "Why do you keep pretending to be important?" she snapped, grabbing the sleeve of his suit. "Where did you get this knockoff? It's a cheap imitation. Who are you trying to fool or impress? Me?"
"It's authentic," Leo stated, pulling his arm back.
"Impossible!" she scoffed. "The property division was clear in our divorce papers. Even if you sold everything you own, you couldn't afford the real thing!"
"It doesn't have to be something I bought," Leo replied. "It could be a gift."
Elena's eyes widened with mock realization. "Oh, I see! During the day you claimed you were invited by Chloe Briggs to Briggs Corp. Let me guess. You're going to tell me these clothes were a gift from her, too?"
"Exactly," Leo confirmed.
Elena burst into loud, derisive laughter. "Then I suppose you'll also say she gave you an invitation to this gala?"
"Exactly so," Leo said, his expression unchanging.
Elena laughed even harder, drawing stares from other guests. "Show me then! Show me this famous invitation!" she challenged, tears of mockery in her eyes.
Leo reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the heavy, gold-embossed VVIP invitation Chloe had given him.
Elena looked at it and laughed uncontrollably. "You didn't even bother to compare your cheap forgery to a real one first!" She grabbed Adrian's arm and pulled him over, waving his standard, cream-colored invitation in Leo's face. "This is what a real invitation looks like! See the difference? What a loser you are. You're just going to embarrass yourself. You'd better run off now before you make yourself a public spectacle."
Leo didn't bother to say much, he simply scoffed, tired of the game. He took out his phone and called a number. "Ms. Higgins," he said into the phone. "If you truly wish to atone for your mistake today, you can start by relaying a message. Tell Ms. Briggs to cancel the entry qualifications for both Adrian Wright and Elena Vance. Immediately."
Adrian and Elena laughed even harder now. "You're turning the world upside down!" Adrian sneered. "Still pretending to be important at this point?"
Leo hung up and looked at them mockingly. "Shall we see who can actually enter?"
"Gladly!" they said in unison.
Just then, the security captain at the door picked up his radio. He listened for a moment, then addressed the line of waiting guests. "Attention, everyone! The admission list has just been updated. Physical invitations no longer count. We must verify each guest's identity directly on our list before granting entry."
Elena and Adrian turned to Leo with triumphant smirks. "See?" Elena jeered. "Your carefully forged invitation is useless now! They're onto fakes like you!"
Leo just scoffed. He walked up to the security captain, who held a tablet. He gave his name. The captain scanned the list, his eyes widening slightly. He immediately stood up straighter.
"Mr. Vance. Of course. Please, go right in." The captain gestured for him to enter.
Leo walked smoothly through the doors.
Elena and Adrian stood dumbfounded. "Wait!" Adrian demanded, rushing forward. "Captain, did you look clearly? Check his identity! That's Leo Vance! He's a convict! I'm very certain no one would want an ex convict here. What if he, you know...causes a ruckus."
The security captain's friendly demeanor vanished. He looked at them coldly. "There is no mistake. Mr. Vance is on the updated VVIP list. His identity is confirmed."
From inside the doors, Leo turned back, a deliberately provoking smile on his face.
Enraged, Elena pointed at the tablet. "Then verify our identities! Right now!"
The security captain gave the tablet a cursory glance and then pushed them back, his face stern. "You are not on the list. Please step aside. Do not disturb honored guests like Mr. Vance."
He turned his back on them, leaving Adrian and Elena standing humiliated on the red carpet as the rest of Boston's elite watched and whispered.