Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 18 The Most Distinguished Guest

Chapter 18 The Most Distinguished Guest

"Ha? What's going on?"

At this moment, a man suddenly asked in surprise.

Then, the middle-aged man got out of the luxurious car.

"Dad!"

Alfred hurriedly went to the man.

The man was Alfred's father, the leader of the Harker family, Charles Harker.

"Alfred? What are you doing here? Why don't you go in?"

Charles asked his son in confusion.

Alfred explained it with the grievance, "Dad, we are on the blacklist, so we are not allowed in."

"What?"

Charles frowned after he heard this.

"Mr. Harker, please help us teach those watchdogs a good lesson."

Michael came after Alfred and greeted Charles.

Charles looked at Michael and was surprised, "Mr. Collins? Are you also on the blacklist?"

The Collins all felt aggrieved as they heard the question.

Charles smiled and said to Michael, "It's OK. Follow me in."

"Thank you, Mr. Harker."

"Thank you so much."

Since Charles agreed to help them, the Collins hurriedly thanked him.

Charles smiled and strode to the gate.

As he got to the gate, he saw Henry standing there.

"Mr. Jefferson, are you also on the blacklist?"

"Huh!"

Henry snorted but didn't answer.

Charles was happy to see this.

After all, the Jefferson family and the Harker family were at the same level. They often competed with This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

each other in the business world.

Besides, the Harker family defeated the Jefferson family in the battle and got the project in the

industrial area.

"Wait. Please show me your invitation."

Just when Charles was going in, he was stopped by the guard.

Charles smiled and showed his card to the guard.

"Sorry. You are on the blacklist, so you are not allowed in!"

The guard checked the card and said indifferently.

Charles's smile froze when he heard this.

"Are you kidding me? Did you say I'm on the blacklist?"

Charles asked with a frown.

The guard said coldly, "Yes. You are on the blacklist. Please step back. Don't block the way."

Charles glared at the guard, but as a nobleman, he couldn't lose his temper here. He had to step back

and stand aside like the Jeffersons and the Collins.

"Dad, why are you also on the blacklist?"

"Mr. Harker, what on earth is going on?"

Charles was also not allowed to go in. Michael and Alfred hurriedly asked him curiously.

Charles answered with a cold face, "I don't know. Perhaps it is because of you."

What?

Michael didn't dare to ask more.

"Aha!"

Henry was gloating. He was very happy to see Charles's depressed face.

His laughter annoyed Charles. Charles's face turned even colder.

...

"Dad, Mom, here we are."

At this moment, Esther and her parents got out of the military vehicle.

"Wow, is this the place where the banquet is held?"

"Look! There are so many luxurious cars! What a grand banquet!"

After Susan got out of the car, she looked around and kept her mouth wide open in shock.

John didn't want his wife to be like this, so he said, "Calm down. This is Mr. Mester's banquet."

Susan glared at him, "Shut up. You have no right to speak."

John kept silent after he heard this.

Susan looked at Esther and asked worriedly, "Esther, can we really go in like this? We may be stopped,

right?"

"We won't be stopped. Chris said it was the real invitation."

Esther held the pure-gold card in her hand and answered nervously.

Susan sighed, "We're already here. Let's try our luck."

Then she added, "If Chris dares to fool us, he will regret it!"

Esther didn't say anything more. They went to the gate directly.

"Grandpa? Why are you... standing here?"

When they got to the gate, they saw the Jeffersons and the Collins standing at the gate. Esther

hurriedly asked in confusion.

The Jeffersons and the Collins didn't even want to talk to her.

"Esther, are you also here to attend the banquet?"

"Of course, yes. Patrick, what's wrong with your legs? Who broke your legs?"

Esther saw the stick in Patrick's hand. She asked Patrick in shock.

"Huh!"

Patrick snorted and didn't answer.

"Who brings you here? You'll shame the family if you are stopped by the guard there."

Michael suddenly shouted at Esther.

"John, why are you here? Do you want to go to the banquet? Stop there. I won't allow you to shame the

family!"

Henry also saw John there. He asked with a terrible face.

"Dad, we are not..." John hurriedly explained.

"Ha, do you really think the pure-gold invitation will work?"

Before John finished his words, Alfred saw the pure-gold token in Esther's hand. He couldn't help

laughing.

Pure-gold invitation?

Henry hurriedly looked at the token in Esther's hand. His eyes lit up in an instant.

The pure-gold token was said to be the most distinguished kind of all invitations. It was also said that

Mr. Mester had never given anyone the pure-gold token.

But according to Alfred, the card was for Chris. It was definitely fake.

"It must be fake."

"Chris is just a loser. Mr. Mester will never invite him, not to mention giving him the pure-gold token."

"How ridiculous! You even take that thing here to try your luck!"

Both the Jeffersons and the Collins burst into laughter.

"Dad, Mom. Don't listen to them. Let's go!"

Esther said to her parents. She didn't want to talk to these people.

"Hello, please show me your invitation."

The guard at the gate said to them.

Esther took a deep breath and then handed the pure-gold token to the guard.

Susan and Jefferson lowered their heads and waited nervously.

The token might be fake, and they might be kicked out.

The Collins and the Jeffersons were also waiting for this.

They didn't believe that the token was real.

They waited to watch the good show.

However, when the guard saw the pure-gold funny, his face changed.

"Are you Esther Jefferson, miss?" The guard asked.

Esther nodded, "Yes. I'm Esther Jefferson."

Hearing this, the guards here all bowed to Esther respectfully.

"Welcome, Ms. Jefferson!"

"You are the most distinguished guest tonight!"

All the guards greeted Esther most respectfully.

Their words shocked both the Jeffersons and the Collins!