The car door was opened! Jake had actually opened the car! Jake not only had a car, but it was also such a good car!
Bill's facial expression was quite amusing. It displayed a mixture of his earlier mockery and disbelief. Those emotions were all reflected on his face, making it look rather comical.
The security guard next to Bill couldn't help but suppress a smile. He had noticed Jake getting out of the car earlier and was puzzled when Bill made those sarcastic remarks. Now, he understood that Bill and Jake may know each other, but Bill clearly didn't know Jake's true situation. Bill's facial expressions were proof of that.
However, Bill was too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay attention to the security guard's reactions. He had one question in his mind: How could that car possibly belong to Jake? It was impossible!
Bill had noticed the car as soon as he arrived. Being knowledgeable about cars, he may not have recognized the exact make and model, but he knew it was undoubtedly an expensive and luxurious vehicle. Its price was definitely higher than his sports car. He had thought about how enjoyable it would be to drive such a car.
But Bill hadn't imagined for a moment that the car he had been coveting belonged to Jake! When had Jake acquired a car? And one of this quality? Bill clearly remembered that not too long ago, during their office gathering, Jake didn't even have a car and had to struggle to catch a ride from the school gate. If it weren't for Verna giving him a lift, Bill doubted whether Jake would have made it in time for their gathering. How had Jake managed to get a car so quickly, and such a fantastic one at that?
It was impossible! As Bill was still in shock over Jake's unexpected car ownership, Jake, holding his invitation, arrived in front of him. Jake waved the invitation, mirroring Bill's earlier actions.
"Bill, my invitation is here. Remember what you said earlier?" Jake said calmly.
"I..." Bill was at a loss for words. He remembered exactly what he had said, but he never expected Jake to have an invitation.
"If you don't remember, I can remind you," Jake said. "You just said that if I had an invitation, you'd eat your own invitation. Well, now I have my invitation. Please begin your performance."
"I..." Bill's face turned bright red.
Initially, Bill had considered trying to pass it off as if nothing had happened, pretending that the earlier exchange hadn't occurred. However, Jake's repetition of his previous statement made it clear that he wasn't going to let Bill off easily.
"What are you waiting for?" Jake asked. "Thinking about how to eat it? As an amateur chef with some decent cooking skills, I can offer you some advice. Don't fry it or boil it. Just chew on it like this; it'll be the most authentic experience, full of flavor and texture. It will undoubtedly be a delightful culinary experience."
The security guard, who had been suppressing his laughter, couldn't hold it in any longer. He burst into laughter. He quickly realized that his laughter might be considered impolite and tried to regain his composure. However, he couldn't hide the amusement on his face. He could tell that his laughter was causing Bill a great deal of distress.
Bill's face had turned the color of a beetroot. Not only had Jake mocked him, but now the security guard was also laughing at him. Bill wished he could find a hole to hide in to escape this embarrassing situation.
"Jake, you're going too far!" Bill glared at Jake.
"Going too far?" Jake's smile disappeared, and he adopted a serious expression. "It seems like you were the one looking for trouble, right? How come you're allowed to talk big, but I can't say a few words? Your double standards are quite obvious, aren't they?"
"You..." Bill's face turned as dark as a pot bottom. He pointed at Jake and said, "I won't lower myself to your level!" With that, he hastily moved to enter the villa, clearly unwilling to stay and be ridiculed by Jake.
"Wait a moment," surprisingly, the security guard blocked Bill.
"You, a lowly security guard, dare to stop me?" Bill fumed. He was already furious after being mocked by the guard earlier, and now the guard was obstructing him, making him even angrier.
"Sir, please show me your invitation," the security guard said formally. Although Bill had taken out his invitation earlier, he hadn't shown it to the guard.
"Are you blind? Can't you see my large invitation?" Bill snapped.
"Sir, I need to see it clearly," the security guard replied.
"Take it, take it!" Bill threw his invitation at the guard. "It serves you right for being a security guard your whole life!"
Unfazed, the security guard maintained his composure and thoroughly examined Bill's invitation before handing it back to him. "You may proceed inside."
"Humph! If you dare, keep blocking me," Bill said, using the opportunity to vent his anger on the guard after his unpleasant encounter with Jake.
"Bill, do you want to stay and perform the invitation-eating act? I'll be watching closely," Jake called out.
Jake's words startled Bill, and he didn't bother mentioning the security guard anymore. He hurriedly made his way into the villa. He felt humiliated for having been ridiculed by Jake over a security guard. It simply wasn't worth it.
"Hey, don't go! Bill, as a teacher, how can you break your promise like this? What if your students find out? Can you still face them as their teacher? If I were you, I'd eat that invitation without hesitation," Jake shouted after Bill's retreating figure.
Jake's words only made Bill walk faster. He didn't want to entertain Jake any further. With a sigh, Jake handed his invitation to the security guard and said, "This is my invitation."
The security guard took it, glanced at it casually, and said, "Please proceed inside, sir."Jake nodded and accepted his invitation back before entering the villa.