Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 49

Emma's eyes locked onto the black invitation clutched in Gillian's hand, and a sharp, knowing laugh escaped her lips.

"No need to check the cameras."

She narrowed her eyes. No wonder Phoebe had spontaneously decided to come over and reminisce—it was a distraction so Gillian could steal her pass.

"The illustrious daughter of the Lockwood family surely isn't entering the exhibition as a standard guest, right?"

Emma threw the question back at her. Knowing Gillian's blinding arrogance, if she actually had a VIP pass, there was absolutely no way she would have kept it hidden this long.

Gillian's grip tightened around her purse. Remembering that the invitation was blank, she gritted her teeth and slammed it onto the podium.

"This is my invitation."

The staff member's demeanor instantly shifted to utmost deference the moment he saw the ultra-exclusive VIP pass.

Oddly enough, seeing that it lacked a printed name didn't prompt any questions. Instead, it only made him more respectful.

"Ms. Lockwood, I presume? Please come with me. Your seating arrangements were personally finalized by our boss."

Gillian's confidence swelled to bursting. She shot Emma a look of pure, unadulterated venom. "Hear that? What makes you think you can ever compete with me?"

Emma's lips curled into a faint smile, her voice carrying clearly across the lobby.

"I just hope you can handle the weight of that invitation."

Before Gillian could even process the threat, Tristan stormed over.

He looked genuinely shocked to see the ultra-rare VIP pass in Gillian's hand, but he didn't question it. Instead, he glared at Emma with absolute revulsion.

"Emma Lockwood, are you actually losing your mind out of jealousy? It's just an invitation. Why wouldn't Gillian deserve it?"

Tristan lifted his chin, looking down at her like she was a stain on the floor.

He sneered, his eyes filled with malicious delight. "This auto salon isn't for stray dogs. If you don't have a ticket, get the hell out of here before you pollute the air."

Slap.

Emma calmly pulled her hand back as Tristan stared at her in shocked fury. She casually blew on her reddened palm, a look of sheer disgust in her eyes.

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