Chapter 2280

Kyrie, being a proud son of the Harding family, had been trained from childhood to handle words with polish. Yet, all that effort was instantly undercut by a man in flip-flops and baggy shorts who suddenly shouted.

“To hell with those Soryans thinking they can strut around here. When they come to Holtrien, they’d better keep a low profile, or we’ll have to deal with them.”

“Yeah, tell those Sorya punks to tone it down!”

“General, we only have one question! We want to ask Mr. Beckett and those Soryans whether they want their face or their asses beaten!”

The waves of mockery made Kyrie’s expression very awkward. He did not like the Sorya people either, but there was no choice since they were VIP guests here for business cooperation.

So, Kyrie turned around and had his aide arrange for people to maintain order at the entrance. Then, he himself slipped away.

Regardless of whether Kyrie liked them or not, Ezekiel was genuinely a tough player. Kyrie also wanted to get acquainted with him, because if the Harding family could connect with Sorya’s Tristars Group, the benefits would be huge.

In the crowd, Andrew let out a cold chuckle.

Aspen tilted her head and asked curiously, “Honey, what’s so funny?”

Andrew said calmly, “Nothing much. It just shows how even ordinary folks understand honor and national pride, yet some people at the top have none. Everyone here is eager to take advantage of Sorya’s Tristars Group, but they forget that those people aren’t fools. You want their money and technology, but what they really want is your life.”

Aspen nodded, her voice soft. “Honey, I don’t like the Sorya crowd either. But we still need to get that Blackstar Crystal from them, so let’s just head inside.”

Andrew smiled and extended his hand. “Let’s go. The invitations are already in hand.”

Aspen took one look at the ticket, and her eyes went wide. “Mr. Royce Vargas? Honey, isn’t this someone else’s invitation? How did you even get this?”

Andrew laughed easily. “Remember the guy in the bulletproof Audi earlier? Royce Vargas was the VIP sitting in the back seat. When we walked through the crowd, I brushed past him, and the invitation slipped right into my hand. Simple as that.”

Aspen grinned and gave him a big thumbs-up. “You’re amazing, Honey!”

She smiled brightly and walked toward the main entrance with Andrew.

The staff member checking invitations had a strange expression on his face.

“Excuse me, which one of you is Royce Vargas?”

Andrew stepped forward. “That would be me.”

The staff member looked him up and down, his expression growing even stranger. “Sir, you clearly look like one of us Holtriens. Your name sounds too exotic.”

There was a questioning tone to his voice now.

Andrew remained composed and smiled slightly, displaying the charming demeanor of a refined gentleman. “Royce Vargas is my Westral name. This is the name I used when I worked as a security advisor at the White Palace.

“For this trip, I’m here at the invitation of Mr. Beckett, as well as the military and official channels. If you have any doubts, I can call General Harding or even General Phelan, or even the head of the military, General Turman."

Saying that, Andrew pretended to scroll through his phone, ready to make a call.