Alex stole a glimpse at Beatrice for a second, then he slowly picked up a piece of Australian lobster
meat and put it into his mouth. He continued eating his lobster with a content expression on his face, as
if she did not exist.
Beatrice was vexed as she thought, âWhat did he mean? Am I a non-existent dead person?â
Beatrice was red-faced, with her eyes widened. âRockefeller, you trash! Are you deaf? I am talking to
you! Why are you here? How did you get in?â
In her eyes, Alex was still a good-for-nothing trash who could do nothing else but lived off her sister.
She just got angry every time she saw him, especially her temper got worse after he dared to hit her
recently.
Deigning to even look at her, Alex said indifferently, âWhat does it have to do with you? Stop bothering
me.â
What?
Beatrice was infuriated and quite frankly, appalled at his attitude as she thought, âThis trash just rides
roughshod over others at home, by taking advantage of my sisterâs help. Now that we are outside, how
can you be so cruel to me?â
At this moment, Beatriceâs friends came over after hearing the commotion.
Mona exclaimed as she recognized Alex, âBeatrice, isnât this your trashy brother-in-law that you failed
to drive away? Why is he here? Did you invite him?â
Beatrice was infuriated. âNonsense! I would never invite him! Who knows how he got in, perhaps he
came in without permission!â
âOh, I know. You must have not given him food at home, so he must have slipped in after knowing
there is free food here. That being said, Beatrice, isnât your family a little too mean? He is still your
brother-in-law, but you donât even feed him. Isnât it a bit too much?â Mona laughed.
She saw Beatrice as her love rival, so she would grab any opportunity to deride her in front of Wilson.
Alex did not even bother with these people. He turned his attention toward the next delicacy on the
table â king crab.
However, someone stood in his way as he headed for the crabs: it was Wilson Jordan.
Wilson, who wanted to back up Beatrice, blocked Alex as he said, âOnly VIPs are invited to the auction.
Nobody can enter without an invitation. Where is your invitation? Show it to me!â
âGet lost, donât come looking for trouble, kid,â Alex glared at him.
âWhat? Trouble? Humph, a kept man like you is no match for me, Wilson Jordan.â Wilson said
condescendingly, âLet me tell you frankly, my uncle is the manager for Splendor Center and is the main
organizer for tonightâs auction. If we find out you came in uninvited and finished all of Beatriceâs favorite
lobsters, you are done for!â
Alex did not bother to care about his words and casually shoved him away. Wilson made two turns and
almost crashed into a nearby guest.
Wilson was furious. âYou trash! How dare you touch me?! You are dead meat now!â
Wilson quickly dialed his uncleâs phone number. âUncle, I caught an uninvited guest here at the buffet
section, devouring the food like a lunatic!â
âWhat? I will be right there!â Wilsonâs uncle, Daniel Jordan was outraged after hearing it. After all, this
was a prestigious auction and all kinds of big shots were invited. If anything went wrong, he would be
held responsible.
Therefore, he quickly rushed over to the buffet section, followed by three security guards.
Meanwhile, Beatrice slightly frowned.
That was because once Alex was caught sneaking into the auction hall for free food, his identity would
be exposed. When the time came, everyone else would know that the bastard was her brother-in-law,
leaving her in great humiliation.
So, she walked toward Alex. âRockefeller, you better leave now before Wilsonâs uncle arrives with
security guards!â
âWhy should I leave?â Alex smiled faintly.
Beatrice stomped her feet angrily. âHow can you be so shameless?! When you are booted out later, not
only will you embarrass yourself, but also my sister and me!â
âRelax, I will be okay.â
âYou⦠Fine. What a shame.â