Aaron shot quickly, but Chris easily avoided.
Afterward, he clasped Aaron's wrist with his backhand, shook it lightly, and sneered in his mouth: "What? The injury on your hand is healed? Seems the scar is gone and as a result, you must have forgotten the pain?"
Aaron suddenly felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't help taking two steps backward, feeling angry and shocked in his heart.
This kid's hand strength is not low!
Knowing that he is not Chris's opponent, Aaron cursed coldly: "d*mn, you Rubbish wait for me, I will ask the manager to kick you out now!"
With that, Aaron turned his head and shouted at the manager on the side.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked quickly, with two security guards behind him.
This middle-aged man was very popular and smiled at Aaron: "Mr. Bromwick, what's your order?"
"Manager, check their invitation letter." Aaron pointed his finger at Chris and said disdainfully: "I suspect that their invitation letters are fake."
For the privacy of guests, each invitation letter does not include the guest's name, only a string of passwords.
Enter the password into the software in the phone to find out the names of the participants.
When the manager saw Aaron's luxurious clothes, he knew that he was the child of a wealthy family. Looking back at Chris who wore ordinary clothes, he smiled contemptuously and said to Chris: "Please show me the invitation letter and I will check it."
Although he was polite, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.
Because Chris wears ordinary clothes, from the outside, he doesn't look like a distinguished guest who can enter the Treasure Marquee.
Chris also felt the contemptuous look in the man's eyes, and couldn't help but feel angry, and said coldly: "What if I don't?"
The manager gave a dry cough, his eyes fell cold, and continued to ask: "Which family are you in Hillsprings City?"
Before Chris could speak, Aaron said first: "He is a member of our family. A live-in son-in-law of our Bromwick family. In fact, he is not even worthy of being a child of the Bromwick family. At best, he is a dog of ours!"
The four words "live-in son-in-law", made the manager guess seven or eight points.
How could a person with status in Hillsprings City become a son-in-law?
The manager's face sank, and he said, "Let's talk about it, how did you get in?"
Faced with the scrutiny of this group of people, Chris was already impatient in his heart, and he was also disappointed at Treasure Marquee's behavior of dividing the guests into different classes.
He said coldly: "Of course I walked in."
The manager knew that Chris's status was humble, and he stopped probing and said coldly: "If you don't follow the rules and hand in the invitation letter to me for inspection, then I have to ask you to go out."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the two security guards immediately stepped forward and circled Chris with eyes.
When Davis saw this posture, he suddenly panicked.
He was afraid that there was a problem with the invitation letter, so he hurriedly said to Chris: "Chris, I think we should avoid trouble, and go back quickly."
Chris frowned, and asked a little unexpectedly, "Dad, are you not going to watch the auction?"
Davis shook his head and said, "I won't go anymore. We shouldn't have come to this kind of place. If we are kicked out in a while, it won't look good."
Chris nodded when he saw that the old man had already decided, and he didn't speak anymore. He nodded and took Davis out.
It was just an auction, and he is not here to attend it. Since the Old Master didn't want to attend, then he didn't need to stay here and pester these people.
As for Walan, if she asks about it, he will just say, your Sona family's place, I'm afraid I can't afford it!
Afterward, he turned and left with the Old Master.
Aaron laughed presumptuously behind him: "Hahaha, two rags, are you scared? A guilty conscience? Even dare to enter the auction of the Sona family, really looking for death!"
Chris ignored him and walked out.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.
To be continued.....
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