"You…" Bryce was furious because of the usher's rude reply.
However, he dared not kick up a fuss because the Intercontinental Hotel belonged to the Sawyers, the richest family of the county.
The Carters were lucky enough to receive the invitation. If they were chased out because of a squabble, it would be an enormous loss for them!
The Carters held back their anger, went into the hall, and found their seats.
However, the few of them were in a foul mood, especially because their table was near the door and obviously much smaller than the other ones. The Carters had no choice but to squeeze together.
Unlike the other tables with beautiful, superior-grade tablecloths covering them, the table they were seated at had a simple disposable plastic tablecloth covering it. Their table was empty too. There wasn't a single glass of water, let alone decorative flowers, fruit platters, and fancy drinks.
