Hollywood Zenith



"So why are you here, John? Why don't you introduce your friends to me?" Kris couldn't help feeling a little ecstatic when she saw their exchange. As usual, Salman didn't disappoint her.

" They are my brothers; there is nothing to introduce." John knows that Samuel had always disliked these second generations of politics and felt that they were hypocritical, so John did not introduce them and casually brushed it off. There was also the issue with his disguise, which he knew was a well-kept secret.

"Heh." Kris didn't care. Since Johnny didn't introduce them, it means that the other party's identity was not very good and even unworthy of her attention. She was thinking about their background, not just their profession.

However, other second generations who followed Kris recognized Darren's identity. He was one of the top young individuals from the States, and suffice to say, his identity was no worse than that of anyone present here. For the other fellow, they had seen him in Harry Potter movies; nothing to talk about there. 

  An actor was not even worth mentioning where they came from, but Darren was another story. They want to remind Kris, but in this situation, It's best to not step in rashly.

Objectively speaking, Kris looked good and far surpassed the average, but compared with famous beauties, it was a lot worse. Knowing their identity, Kris took them even more lightly.

It would probably be two actors, which is why Johnny was embarrassed to introduce them. She made up her mind.

Regardless of whether one belongs to the top Hollywood superstars, in the eyes of these second generations, you were still an actor after all.

What's the use of being famous again? A word of them could judge their future.

"Hehe, John, your brothers are beautiful, but now much else, I presume." Kris, who thought she could see through everything, started taunting them.

Those watching behind Kris got a bit dizzy; Sister Keris, are you serious? They didn't know why she was blatantly provoking them like this.

" I think something is wrong here. They don't need your evaluation do they?" John started fighting back while Samuel stood by and watched them indifferently. Darren was honestly bored; he just wanted this to be over, but John was their host; he didn't want to make trouble for him.

Especially since Samuel told him to lay low repeatedly when they came here. Unlike Darren, John had a public image that he needed to protect.

To be honest, Samuel was not even interested in Kris at all, but his attitude had become a cowardly expression in Kris's eyes, and it had also deepened her guess that Darren was also an actor.

Salman stood by her and was anxious that Kris would lose face against these unidentified 'assailants'. It was the party. He didn't want to look lousy standing behind her; he thought and came up with a perfect response.

"Oh, I remember this club doesn't have celebrities. Isn't that one of the principle rules here?" Hearing Salman's gloomy words, Kris' eyes lit up; yes, this was an excellent opportunity to drive John and the others out by the rules of Century Pall Club. How did she not think of it sooner?

  Not only could she earn some brownie points, but she could also attack this rascal John that she met today. It would be a perfect greeting present. It also indirectly indicates that your party was, after all, a losing force. Empires that stood for decades had to fall someday, right?

The issue with his company is minuscule, with just two actors. She had nothing to worry about. But she didn't know her line of thinking was what would be her demise; it ran farther and farther on the wrong road. For now, she couldn't pass up this golden opportunity.

"Waitress, what's the matter with your club? You portray it as the most private club in Britain, and yet you are letting such a travesty happen? Why can these two people in the entertainment industry mix in here? Strict policy, my foot!" Kris beckoned with some zealousness.

The main perpetrator, Salman, was watching the show from the sideline; what if they had money? It was not his main target, but he would at least get a good night's sleep tonight, humiliating his stand-in.

They would be ashamed this time, and he and the people present would unintentionally help him publicize the matter. Who knew? The honest Samuel would read it and would know some people were not to be messed with!

Salman's hand was excellent; he didn't need to touch anything, just nudge these fellows in the right direction and kill two birds with one stone!

Soon, the club employees came out and confirmed Sam's identity; he was indeed an actor. As for Darren, they found out about his family background, which was substantial, but alas, he was a foreigner.

Nonetheless, now that Samuel was on the chopping block, Kris could focus on him. Although she misread Darren, she was right about Sam.　　

"Mr John, I'm really sorry, you know, our club has a stringent rule not to accept celebrities, right?" the club employee had started to rush people euphemistically. John was only an Elite level member; it was sufficient to say the employee didn't give much credit to him.

"Well, you see, this is my best friend. Can you please make an exception?" John didn't show any contempt; he didn't yell; after all, this private club had profound roots. It was not easy to host so many prominent figures without any backing.

In addition, this place had always been where royal family members and political and business leaders come and go. It could be said that the guests present today were a little lacking when one thought about it.

"Sorry, Mr John, the rules are the rules, and we are sorry, but we cannot change them." The employee said respectfully.

His language was very respectful, but his attitude was also unyielding. The rules are the rules. There was no possibility of a change. 

Johnny's complexion was horrible at the moment; he was in a dilemma. He was the one who called them. Now they were being harassed for no reason.