Chapter 569 Coming to the Rescue
An hour later, James finished his meal, got up, and headed downstairs.
"Mr. Harris, did you enjoy your meal? Any feedback on our service?" The manager, slightly bowing, led the way with a smile.
At the same time, a strikingly elegant girl stood up. She wore a baseball cap and a black mask, showing only her cold eyes.
James, on the spiral staircase, was surprised. She looked a lot like Kimberly at seventeen or eighteen but had more presence.
"Mr. Harris?" The manager, noticing his distraction, looked where James was staring.
"Is that girl a regular?" James asked.
The manager recognized Clare, who was organizing her bag. "That's Clare Fischer. She comes here sometimes." He hadn't noticed Abella, who was walking ahead.
"Ms. Fischer?" James murmured. The Fischer Group was a top-tier conglomerate. He'd heard of them but never worked with them. He didn't expect their daughter to resemble young Kimberly so much, even more than Lola. It seemed odd.
Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant, Ivan Bryant. "Mr. Harris, the car's here."
"Okay." James put away his phone and looked again, but the girl was gone.
Meanwhile, a luxurious yacht docked at the shore, brightly lit. This high-end private club was heavily guarded and exclusive, only for the wealthy. Celebrities and elites often came here to network. They also held monthly auctions.
Outsiders could only see the luxury cars and elegantly dressed people boarding the yacht. Entry required membership and asset verification.
Clare and Abella had their faces scanned and assets verified before being invited in. They chose a private room to avoid attention.
The private room on the ninth floor was one of the best. Auction items would be projected on a wall, displayed in 360 degrees.
"Please follow me, ladies," a staff member led the way.
"Clare?" An unhappy voice suddenly called out.
A well-dressed heiress, surrounded by friends, blocked their way. The staff greeted her politely, "Ms. Foster."
Clare's eyes showed displeasure. "Move."
"My family is one of the hosts. You want me to move?" Angela looked at Clare condescendingly, then glanced at Abella. "Wearing a baseball cap and mask at night, are you here to steal?"
Angela's friends laughed, looking down on Abella's outfit. Everyone on the yacht was dressed to impress, flaunting their wealth and status. Seeing someone dressed casually like Clare and Abella was a first.
Angela demanded, "Their attire disrespects our auction. Kick them out."
The staff looked troubled. No one would dare kick out the Fischer family's daughter. Clare was a top VIP of the club.
Angela, arms crossed, said arrogantly, "This isn't back home. My family invested in this yacht. If I say they don't qualify, they don't qualify!"
"Ms. Foster, Ms. Fischer is a member of our club."
Angela sneered, "I'm also a member and can fire you. Get them out in a minute, or you're out!"
Clare mocked, "You don't decide who qualifies to be here! Your family might be hosts, but what does that have to do with you? Want me to call your dad to deal with you?"
"Clare." Angela, knowing her father's temper, was immediately angered.
Clare retorted, "When you can become a host on your own, then come and shout at me."
Guests around them laughed, and Angela's friends were worried but couldn't think of a retort.
"Clare." Angela's face turned red with anger.
"If Angela says you don't qualify, then you don't. Get out, or I'll have security throw you out!"
"Yeah, how dare you upset Angela? Where did you get the nerve?"
"This isn't back home. The Fischers don't call the shots here. Get out."
"Get out!"
"Is this how you treat guests?" A distinguished voice interrupted.
Everyone turned, their faces changing. The staff hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully greeting, "Mr. Harris!"
James's influence made everyone wary. Abella felt he looked familiar but couldn't place him. He looked young but had a mature, steady demeanor and strong personal charm.
He said coldly, "It seems your club doesn't need guests anymore?"
Angela hurriedly explained, "Mr. Harris, you misunderstood. I was just..."
"Angela." James's meaningful gaze fell on her. "Even being willful has its limits."
Angela was at a loss. "I understand, Uncle James."
She hadn't expected James to speak up for them. Her father respected James greatly, calling him a formidable character. She didn't dare act out in front of him and gave the staff a look.
The staff quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, ladies. It was our club's negligence. Please follow us."
Clare turned back and thanked James. Abella nodded at him before leaving.
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