Chapter 572
Chapter 572:
At that moment, Maxley walked over. He was elegantly attired in a pristine white suit that radiated sophistication. A royal-exclusive pin from Plieca adorned his lapel, catching the light with a subtle glimmer. With an undeniable air of authority, he surveyed the gathering.
“What’s happening here p>
Maxley had caught wind that someone had slipped in with a counterfeit VIP ticket, never suspecting it would be Brenna. He wore a look of disdain as he glanced at her.
“Miss Harper, we meet again. Are you the one with the fake invitation p>
Brenna extended her invitation toward Maxley, but like Rosie, he refused to take it.
“My invitation is real,” Brenna said. “It has the King’s signature p>
Though puzzled, as she had no ties or dealings with the Plieca royal family, she knew the King had personally invited her.
Maxley glanced at the invitation. While others might struggle to discern its authenticity, he could immediately spot the royal anti-counterfeit mark, a feature known only to insiders and impossible for outsiders to replicate.
He clenched his fists, acutely aware of the delicate nature of offending a guest personally invited by his father.
His father had many sons, and while he was a candidate for the throne, he wasn’t the only one.
The King could easily choose someone else.
To the outside world, he appeared to be the likely heir, but that was merely a carefully crafted image by him.
“Darling, her invitation must be a forgery. Have security escort her out,” Rosie urged, completely disregarding the Harper family’s reputation. She was eager to leverage her connection with Maxley to humiliate Brenna in front of the crowd.
Ethan looked at Rosie with a dark, brooding gaze. In fact, he was also surprised that Brenna was a VIP guest.
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He stepped protectively in front of Brenna, ready to whisk her away if anyone overstepped and prepared to sever all business ties with the Plieca royal family.
With a smug smile, Rosie said to Maxley,
“What are you waiting for, darling? Just toss this uninvited person out and have her arrested! Replicating a royal invitation is a serious offense, isn’t it p>
“Enough!” Maxley snapped at Rosie, his voice sharp.
“This invitation is genuine, penned by my father himself. It is not fake p>
Rosie’s smile faltered, disbelief flashing in her eyes as she stared at Maxley.
“It can’t be. As far as I know, she p>
“What about her p>
A commanding, aged voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see the King of Plieca, Ann Gibran, walk over in a white suit, surrounded by royal members.
Upon seeing the old man, Brenna understood why she was a VIP guest.
“It’s been a while!” she exclaimed, memories flooding back of the injured old man she had unexpectedly saved in Nolview years ago, who had turned out to be none other than the King of Plieca.