Two servers took a glance at the invitation card and saw it was from Elizabeth. Their faces instantly changed in disdain. She was wearing sunglasses, head bowed, looking as submissive as she did four years ago.
One of them sneered, "Go through the back door. Don't block the VIP entrance!"
Back then, Elizabeth would've obeyed without a word.
But she had learned in those four years that nice people always got pushed around!
The servers thought Elizabeth would obediently comply just like she used to.
"Do you want me to call my grandpa to personally escort me in?"
Her cold voice carried no emotion. The servers thought they had misheard.
Unmoved, Elizabeth began to dial a number on her phone that she had pulled from her coat pocket. Seeing her seriousness, the two servers quickly stepped
