At this moment, another guard at the door walked over and pointed at Pablo and Jordan's Bentley. He said, "Yes, they rented this Bentley. I know the owner of this car, and it isn't them!"
The gatekeeper mocked, "Ah, so it's someone using a rented car to pretend to be a rich person to enter our villa. In that case, all the more, we can't let you in."
Pablo said furiously, "That's bullshit!"
The Bentley indeed didn't belong to Pablo and Jordan but one of Pablo's friends in Houston.
Since Jordan and the others came by private plane and didn't own any cars in Houston, Pablo must have asked his fellow gangsters to get some classy vehicles.
However, they didn't expect the guards to have recognized it and even mocked them for pretending to be rich.
The gatekeeper mocked, "If you can't afford a villa, get lost. Don't block the entrance. Our resident will be coming over soon."
Pablo was so furious that he returned to the car and said to Jordan, "Mr. Jordan, can I borrow your diamond earrings?"
Jordan nodded, and Pablo picked up the diamond earrings before walking towards the gatekeeper again. "Keep your eyes wide open and look at these. They're diamond earrings worth 57 million dollars! This pair of earrings is enough to buy dozens of villas here!"
Mr. Jones' eyes lit up when he saw that. "Oh my God, Pablo, are these earrings the legendary Apollo and Artemis? How did you get your hands on such an amazing item?"
"Pablo, you have to introduce me to the passenger in your car!"
Anyone with some knowledge would have knelt down on the spot when they saw the pair of earrings that were worth 57 million dollars.
However, the gatekeeper laughed and said, "You must be kidding. How can a lousy pair of earrings be worth 57 million dollars? Hahaha, do you think I haven't been to school before?"
"That's right, these earrings are clearly counterfeits. They probably cost five bucks at most," said another gatekeeper.
Pablo was enraged. Showing such an impressive accessory to the gatekeepers was simply a waste of time!
Pablo put the earrings back and hollered at the guards, "Are you people going to let us pass or not? If not, I'm going to cripple you!"
"You're going to beat us up, eh? Hurry up and call the police!" The gatekeepers didn't chicken out either.
At this moment, Jordan stepped out of the car.
Even at night, Jordan's aura could highlight his extraordinariness!
"Pablo, there's no need to argue with a bunch of guards."
Jordan stopped Pablo's movements.
Since talking to this bunch of nobodies was like talking to the wall, he thought that he might as well go directly to their superiors.
"Find out who owns the Aegean Sea Hills villas, and we'll go straight to the boss," Jordan instructed.
"Yes!"
Pablo immediately called a friend to ask about it.
After a few phone calls, Pablo reported to Jordan, "Mr. Steele, the Aegean Sea Hills villa owner, is named Clinton Whitley, a very famous local real estate magnate. I've just mentioned your name to him, and he is now rushing over."
"Okay."
Since Clinton knew of Jordan and the J Corporation, everything would be easier to handle.
Pablo pointed at the two guards and said, "When your boss comes later, I want you to kowtow to me and admit your mistakes in front of him!"
However, the guards were still not afraid. "These are rules set by the higher-ups. We didn't do anything wrong. Why should we apologize to you?"
Seeing how confident the guards were and how they seemed to be unafraid of losing their jobs, Jordan vaguely felt something was wrong.
Moreover, if only the owner could enter, how did Emily get in just now?
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