The parking lot at the entrance of the clubhouse was filled with various luxury cars. Flora's older model Passat looked somewhat shabby compared to these vehicles.
As they approached the entrance, the doorman opened the door. Just as they entered, a man's voice echoed in the lobby.
"Wait a moment!"
Looking up, they saw Brook approaching with a sinister expression on his face. He was accompanied by several relatives from the Carmen family and a few acquaintances.
As they reached Oliver and Flora, Brook first glanced at Flora and then scrutinized Oliver from head to toe, sneering, "Flora, you've come, but after all, you carry the Carmen name! But why did you bring this beggar along? Look at him. When he steps into the club, what will people think of the Carmen family? They'll say that the Carmen family now deals with junk collectors, letting anyone into Palmer Club!"
"Yeah, have you even considered what kind of place Palmer Club is? Bringing this stinky beggar, you're really making a scene!"
"Flora, I think you're out of your mind. Treasuring this beggar like a treasure, bringing him everywhere. Ruining your own reputation is one thing, but tarnishing the Carmen family is another!"
The crowd taunted and humiliated Flora and Oliver in various ways.
Feeling upset, Flora still defended Oliver, "Brook, he cured Grandpa's illness. Why are you treating him like this?"
Brook completely ignored her words and impatiently waved his hand, interrupting her, "Stop bothering me. Get this guy out of here immediately. Otherwise, you won't be allowed in either!"
Flora was about to say more when Oliver suddenly stopped her. He smiled at Brook and said, "Brook, if it weren't for keeping Miss Carmen company, I wouldn't bother attending your chaotic party. But since you're stopping me like this, I must insist on going in..."
"Dream on!"
Brook sneered and pointed at the head of security near the entrance, saying, "Want to enter? Ask for their permission. You, i***t! Manager, he's not a guest of the Carmen family. Kindly escort him out."
Because the club had powerful backers, both Brook and the security manager spoke politely, but their tone was icy.
The manager, having overheard the situation, stepped forward and addressed Oliver, "Sorry, you're not a member here, and you're not a VIP invited by a member. Please leave immediately."
Although the manager's words sounded polite, his tone was cold.
Oliver remained calm, still smiling, and asked, "What if I don't leave?"
"Then don't blame us for being impolite!"
The security personnel at Palmer Club were either trained in martial arts since childhood or were former soldiers, all highly skilled. As soon as the manager gave the order, they were ready to act.
Brook stood by, enjoying the spectacle, and mocked, "This ignorant dog needs a good lesson!"
Just as the security personnel were about to intervene, a cold and clear voice sounded from the side of the lobby.
"Stop!"
Everyone turned to see a young and elegant woman in her prime, walking gracefully in high heels, interrupting the impending conflict.
This woman was extraordinarily beautiful. She wore a white dress adorned with handmade dark flowers. The dress had a high slit, revealing her snow-white, perfectly straight long legs. The sight of the silky smooth skin made people instinctively want to touch it.
The chest area of the dress featured delicate mesh-like patterns, subtly revealing the curvature of her half-moon-shaped snow peaks.
Whether it was her temperament, appearance, or the elegance in every move, she exuded a charm that gave people a sense of boundless allure. If she weren't a married woman, with her looks, she would undoubtedly secure a place among the "Four Beauties of Blokoord."
The elegant woman gracefully approached, and as soon as she reached the crowd, everyone greeted her:
"Hello, Sarah!"
Sarah paid no attention to them and instead, with a graceful smile, addressed Oliver, "Mr. Lowell, long time no see!"
Previously, at the herbal market, Sarah and Mr. Palmer were almost fooled. It was Oliver's intervention that helped them recover their losses. In the end, Oliver even transferred the wild ginseng he had salvaged to them.
Oliver nodded with a smile, and Sarah turned to the security manager. Her beautiful face immediately displayed a layer of frost.
"This gentleman is a distinguished guest of the Palmer family! How can you be so disrespectful?"
The manager thought, "How am I supposed to know who he is? He doesn't have his identity written on his face." But he dared not say such a thing. Instead, he nodded and bowed apologetically to Oliver, saying, "Sir, I sincerely apologize. It's my fault for not recognizing you. Please don't lower yourself to my level..."
The manager repeatedly apologized, genuinely afraid of losing his job.
Oliver, understanding the manager's situation, didn't blame him. After all, it was his duty.
On the side, Brook's face turned ashen. He never expected Oliver to know Sarah. Still refusing to back down, he immediately spoke to Sarah, "Sarah, the Carmen family is a VIP of your Palmer Club! Besides, we've reserved the restaurant for today's event. What you're doing is inappropriate..."
Sarah paid no attention to Brook and coldly interrupted, "I don't care about VIPs or IPs. In Mr. Lowell's presence, no one is special!"
Sarah casually used slightly vulgar language, which surprisingly didn't repel but rather added a hint of charm. She continued, "If the Carmen family is dissatisfied, you can change clubs! If that's not enough, you can cancel your membership. The Palmer family will refund your membership fee in full! In short, on the grounds of the Palmer family, Mr. Lowell is not restricted in any way. He can do as he pleases!"
Sarah's voice was gentle, but her tone was extremely firm.
In Blokoord, very few dared to offend the Palmer family, and the Carmen family and the Palmer family were not in the same league. If not for Oliver's involvement today, Brook wouldn't have had the chance to exchange a complete sentence with Sarah in his entire life.
The reason was simple—he wasn't worthy!
Seeing Sarah's attitude, Brook immediately forced a flattering smile, nodded, and bowed to Sarah, saying, "Sarah, you misunderstood. How could I mean that? Well, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go in to see my grandfather..."
Saying this, he turned around and left with his entourage.
After walking a few steps, a woman from the Carmen family whispered to Brook, "Brother, how does that stinky beggar know Sarah? They seem to have a good relationship..."
Brook's face turned grim, and he said with hatred, "Probably treated the Palmer family's people or something. What else could it be? Or maybe he pleased Sarah, that slut? Damn it, one day I'll step on them and crush them under my feet!"