Chapter 129
Chapter 129:
Despite Phillip’s continued mockery, Ashton merely chuckled coldly. “Whether I get in or not is up to me, so don’t worry about it. Anyway, the bidding event is about to start. You’ll soon see if I’ll make a fool of myself.”
Though Ashton dismissed the skepticism, Phillip and his group remained unconvinced, certain that Ashton was merely putting on a brave front.
Phillip anticipated that Ashton would concoct some excuse to leave once he and Emalee entered the event.
As Phillip was about to throw another taunt, his gaze caught a familiar figure approaching.
The man, both charming and elegant, acknowledged representatives from various influential families with nods and smiles.
Among the young heirs of Inewood, few could match Fraser’s humility.
Seeing Fraser, Phillip’s face lit up with eagerness. He intended to greet him and flaunt his connection to the Horton family to the James family onlookers.
But Fraser ignored Phillip, walking straight toward Ashton with a look of concern.
In his typically affable manner, Fraser inquired, “Ashton, what a pleasant surprise to see you here! There seems to be some disturbance. What’s going on?”
While talking, Fraser gave Phillip a quick look and discreetly nodded, signaling their strategy.
Phillip caught on instantly. They would play classic roles—one the villain, the other the mediator.
With a dismissive snort, Phillip addressed Fraser. “Mr. Horton, you barely know the full story. This man lucked out twice and now fancies himself significant. He’s been eyeing this bidding event, and now that he’s barred, he pins the blame on us!”
Fraser nodded, adopting a look of concern, and then turned to Ashton.
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“Ashton, I understand you’re eager to rub shoulders with the elite. For less important gatherings, I could probably sneak you in to get a taste of it. But this is no ordinary event. It’s packed with big shots from prominent families. Offend someone, and you could be blacklisted in Inewood. It’s better to stay out this time. Enjoy the ambiance from afar. There’ll be other chances for events like this.”
Then, playing the mediator, Fraser flashed a smile at Phillip and spoke up. “Mr. Watson, Ashton is a buddy of mine. We’re pretty tight. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make this an issue.”
“Too hard on him.” Phillip feigned reluctance, letting the moment draw out before finally giving in with a sigh. “Alright, since Mr. Horton has personally vouched, I’ll respect that. No more debates, Ashton. Just keep out of the way!”
Fraser smiled politely, clasping his hands together in gratitude. “On behalf of Ashton, I thank you for your generosity!” he announced.
Ashton, however, saw right through their pretense of aiding him while actually mocking him.
Unimpressed, he flashed a smile and retorted, “Mr. Horton, your kindness is overwhelming, but unnecessary. I don’t need anyone to vouch for me. I can enter the venue whenever I choose.”
Fraser’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, internally chastising Ashton for his audacity.
Phillip, seizing the opportunity, laughed derisively. “See, Mr. Horton? I told you this man is ungrateful. You offer him help, and he throws it back in your face!”
Ashton merely shrugged, his expression one of feigned resignation. “I never asked for help to begin with.” This only fueled Phillip’s anger toward Ashton’s boldness.
“Oh really?” Phillip sneered. “Well then, let’s put that confidence to the test. I’ll go confirm your name with the security team on the guest list. If it’s not there, we’ll see what you have to say!”
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