Chapter 1202:
The manager hesitated, but just then a woman’s voice cut through.
Cathy stood on the second-floor deck, looking down at them. “The Gaxora’s rules can’t be bent, Enrique. If you let these strangers on, who’s going to guarantee the safety of the guests who paid for their invitations?”
Enrique Walker, the manager, immediately recognized Cathy and answered respectfully. “Sorry, Miss Garrett. You’re right. The rules can’t be broken.” He turned back to Lance. “Please understand, I can’t let you on the ship.”
Lance let out a heavy sigh, clearly annoyed. It was all because of that meddling woman. The manager had been about to let them through, but she stepped in and changed his mind at the last second.
Cathy folded her arms tightly and shot an icy glare at Elena. What a coincidence to run into Elena here on the sea—this scheming tramp. Wesley was upstairs on the fourth floor, and there was no way she would allow Elena to step foot on the ship.
Alleyne’s hand twitched toward the gun strapped to his back, ready to draw. But Elena caught the movement and quickly stepped in front of him, blocking the view of the others and raising her hand to stop him. Her eyes remained steady and calm, and Alleyne understood the silent command. He dropped his hand back down.
Elena moved ahead of Lance and addressed Enrique. “All the invitations are documented in the system. Check it before kicking us off.”
Enrique frowned, puzzled. What was she talking about? Did she really have an invitation?
Cathy scoffed. “Come on. Drop the act. Like you’d ever score an invite to the Gaxora. Keep dreaming, sweetheart.”
The sun was setting, painting the sky orange as guests lounged on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze and the view. That was when they spotted Elena and her group.
Someone muttered, “This is the Gaxora, not some public bus. Not everyone gets on here.”
Another voice chimed in, “We can’t let those people on. Look at their clothes. They don’t look like they’ve got a dime to their name.”
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“My watch? It’s worth a fortune. If those poor bastards see it, who knows what might happen.”
“This is ridiculous! They probably don’t even know where they are. Just a bunch of lowlifes trying to sneak onto the Gaxora.”
Enrique kept his voice steady, not wanting to stir up trouble with the nearby guests. “You’d better leave now, or we’ll have no choice but to hose you away.”
“I told you to check the invitation list. Was it really that difficult for you to understand a simple instruction?” Elena’s brows drew together, her presence suddenly glacial. Her eyes cut through the air with fierce clarity, a silent challenge hanging between them.
For a moment, Enrique faltered, unsettled by the formidable aura radiating from her. His hands trembled slightly as he instinctively logged into the system to check the list. Only when he realized he had subconsciously obeyed her did his shock deepen. How did this woman manage to carry herself with such dominance?
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