My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 90 - 85: The Young Master of the Morgan Family Has Arrived
The smile on Hailey Gordon’s face froze.
She quickly turned around and saw Master Sinclair approaching from the adjacent VIP lane with a few of the Sinclair children and a couple of nobodies.
A man in black was leading the way for them.
"Grandpa?" Stella Sinclair was the first to speak, her face a mask of shock.
Only then did Master Sinclair notice them. He asked in surprise, "Why are you still here?"
He glanced at the people queuing for the security check and understood. ’It seems the invitations they have are of a very high tier.’
Stella Sinclair, Hailey Gordon, and Lillian Gordon all seemed stunned by their appearance. Hailey, in particular, looked as if she’d seen a ghost, as if their presence here was the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Master Sinclair was displeased, but he still asked the man in black at the front, "They’re with my family. Can they come this way?"
The man in black glanced at the invitations in their hands and shook his head apologetically. "My apologies, Mr. Sinclair. Without a purple invitation, you cannot use this lane."
It was only then that Stella Sinclair noticed that Master Sinclair and everyone with him each held a purple invitation. Her mind went blank with shock.
The seating for the awards ceremony was divided by color. Purple was for the VIP section, where the event judges and award presenters would sit. Next was the pink invitation she held, for participating members of The Calligraphy Association. Last was the white invitation, for regular guests like Lillian Gordon and Stella’s mother.
’Why do they have invitations for the VIP section?’
A trace of bitterness welled up in Stella Sinclair’s heart. Her eyes subconsciously searched for Aurora Sinclair, and she secretly sighed in relief when she couldn’t find her.
"Stella, we’ll go in first and wait for you."
With that, Master Sinclair led the Sinclairs, Leigh Miles, and Titus Miles quickly into the venue.
Hailey Gordon watched their backs, her face burning with humiliation. The stares from those around them made her want to crawl into a hole, wishing she could leave this place immediately.
Beside her, Lillian Gordon glanced at her perpetually arrogant aunt and cousin and said softly, "Auntie, so the Sinclair family has this many purple invitations?"
Hailey Gordon was annoyed, but she had to suppress her anger. "I just found out myself," she replied faintly.
***
After finally making it into the venue, Hailey Gordon immediately looked for the Sinclairs, wanting to redeem herself from the earlier humiliation. But after scanning the area, she couldn’t find them. It wasn’t until Lillian Gordon pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor that she realized the VIP section was upstairs.
She immediately headed for the stairs but was blocked by several men in black standing beside them.
"Ma’am, no entry without a purple invitation."
Hailey Gordon’s expression faltered. The white invitation in her hand felt like a scorching brand.
"I’m with the Sinclairs who just went in."
"Apologies. We only recognize invitations here. Please step back."
The man in black remained expressionless, barring the entrance to the stairs with one arm as he politely motioned for her to step back.
Hailey Gordon’s frustration grew. ’If that old geezer hadn’t hidden the matter of the invitations from me, I wouldn’t be in such a pathetic situation.’
Just then, a pleasant male voice suddenly rang out.
"Excuse me, what seems to be the problem?"
The embarrassment in Stella Sinclair’s eyes instantly turned to delight. She turned and called out softly, "Mr. Guthrie..."
"Stella?" A hint of surprise appeared in Jensen Guthrie’s eyes, then he said gently, "Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Mr. Guthrie."
Only then did Hailey Gordon realize that this handsome young man with a gentle and courteous demeanor was none other than the young master of the Guthrie Family of Kingsford, Jensen Guthrie.
A smile immediately plastered itself on her face. She extended her right hand and said, "Hello, Young Master Guthrie. I’m Stella’s mother."
Jensen Guthrie returned the courtesy and addressed her as Mrs. Sinclair, which made Hailey Gordon grin from ear to ear. She shot a triumphant glance out of the corner of her eye at the security guard who had been so disrespectful.
’Now that the young master of the Guthrie family is here, let’s see you try to stop me.’
But the man in black’s expression didn’t change at Jensen Guthrie’s arrival; he remained dutifully guarding the staircase.
Hailey Gordon sized up Jensen Guthrie relentlessly, her gaze so intense it was as if the words "mother-in-law" were written all over her face.
’This young master of the Guthrie family is so handsome and talented. He and Stella look more and more like a perfect match the longer I see them together.’
Jensen Guthrie felt a little creeped out by Hailey Gordon’s stare. He unnaturally pulled his hand back, raising it to his mouth in a loose fist as he coughed twice.
"Um, Mrs. Sinclair, Stella, are you trying to go up to the second floor?"
Hailey Gordon finally remembered the matter at hand. "Oh, Young Master Guthrie, our Master Sinclair walked off so quickly he forgot to give us the purple invitations. These men keep blocking us from going up, you see..."
Jensen Guthrie smiled and glanced at the second floor. After spotting the Morgan Family Emblem on the man’s cuff, he asked politely, "They’re my friends. Is it possible for them to go up first and show you the invitations later?"
"Apologies, Young Master Guthrie. We only recognize purple invitations. Please present your invitation!"
The smile on Jensen Guthrie’s face stiffened for a moment. He glanced upstairs again, then turned back to Hailey Gordon and said, "Mrs. Sinclair, security is tight today. Why don’t I go up and get the invitations for you?"
Hailey Gordon immediately thanked him politely, her eyes once again filled with an arrogant expression.
***
The second-floor VIP section was composed of individual private rooms, ensuring the privacy and security of certain special guests.
Jensen Guthrie found out which room the Sinclair Family was in and knocked on the door.
Zeke Quincy opened the door.
Jensen Guthrie explained his reason for being there. Master Sinclair looked toward Leigh Miles in embarrassment, because all of Aurora Sinclair’s purple invitations were in her hands, and he had no idea how many were left.
Leigh Miles subconsciously hugged her bag tighter and whispered, "There’s only one left. It’s for my senior sister."
Master Sinclair glanced at her, then said politely to Jensen Guthrie, "Young Master Guthrie, we’ve troubled you to make this trip. I’ll have the butler send them down later."
Jensen Guthrie gave a polite nod and headed toward his own private room.
A short while later, Butler Sinclair slowly walked down and stood on the stairs, saying indifferently, "First Madam, the number of purple invitations was limited. The Family Head assumed you had your own, so he distributed the rest. If you and Miss Gordon are truly set on coming up, you can trade places with the Family Head and myself."
Down by the stairs, Hailey Gordon’s forced smile collapsed the moment she heard this. She furiously crumpled the invitation in her hand.
Seeing the venue gradually filling with people, Stella Sinclair pursed her lips, glanced at Butler Sinclair, and said to Hailey Gordon, "Mom, I’m going to my seat."
Her steps were hurried, and she didn’t give Hailey Gordon time to react before heading toward the members’ section.
Standing nearby, Lillian Gordon felt utterly mortified. She had never been ridiculed like this in her entire life. She shot Hailey Gordon an indignant glare and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Auntie, I’m going to the general audience section."
’Before, she was so sure all the Sinclairs had to do as she pleased. Hah... how ridiculous!’
Hailey Gordon’s face flushed red, then went pale, her eyes filled with embarrassment and rage. "Fine, then Dad can have the seat!" she muttered, unwilling to concede.
’You old geezer, just you wait!’
***
On the other side, Stella Sinclair had just sat down when she was met by the probing gaze of her senior sister.
"Stella, what were you waiting for over there?"
Stella Sinclair’s expression was a little unnatural. "It was nothing," she replied faintly.
"Oh, really? I thought Mr. Guthrie was going to take you up to the second floor!"
Stella Sinclair froze for a second, then forced a smile. "My grandpa is on the second floor. He just invited us up..."
"Really?" The surrounding members gathered around, their faces full of envy.
Stella Sinclair gave a faint smile and nodded.
As the starting time approached, a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance of the hall.
A dozen or so bodyguards in black formed a circle, escorting a man into the venue.
The man had a low-key appearance, dressed in a black formal suit with sunglasses that obscured his features.
Just then, a shy, feminine voice called out from the crowd:
"Young Lord Morgan—"
The voice wasn’t loud, but all the young ladies and madams from the Great Families heard it.
After a moment of silence, the entire first floor erupted.
"AHH—Young Lord Morgan is here!"
"Oh my god! Am I dreaming?"
"Young Lord Morgan, I love you—"
The young ladies of the Great Families went wild. One by one, they dropped their reserved facades, turning the scene into something like a massive celebrity fan gathering. They all rushed forward, trying to attract the man’s attention, but he paid them no mind, his pace quickening.
The bodyguard in black walking in front of him was not tall and wore a small pair of sunglasses. He moved with great agility, clearing a path and preventing the swarming young ladies of the Great Families from even touching the man.
Finally, thanks to the bodyguard’s efforts, the man and his shorter bodyguard ascended the stairs to the second floor.
Staring at that familiar figure, Stella Sinclair’s mind felt like it had exploded, going completely blank.
