Upon hearing Emily Taylor's words, Ethan Smith almost spat out a mouthful of water!
Even the security guards at the door couldn't help but sneak a laugh.
Meanwhile, Castro wore an icy expression; he took a deep breath, suppressing his anger as he said, "I won't lower myself to your level, in consideration of your good looks."
Pausing slightly, Castro continued with a smile, "You want to get in? How about this—come with me and I'll take you. What do you say?"
Emily feigned surprise and said, "You can get in?"
Castro stated somewhat proudly, "Naturally! A paltry net worth of ten billion is not worth mentioning!"
"Oh, is that so?" Emily nodded.
Then, she took out her cell phone, called a number, and said, "There's a man named White at your door. I don't want to let him in."
After saying this, Emily directly hung up the phone.
"You should be unable to enter now." Emily chuckled.
Castro smirked, "Pretty girl, are you joking with me? Or have you been watching too much TV?"
