The client clearly had quite an impressive background, surrounded by his own bodyguards, plus those from the airport, totaling dozens in number.
When seated, the presence was overwhelming.
"Please convey that I'm sent by Mr. Aiden Lennox!" Summer Ford stood outside the VIP room, trying to explain to the bodyguard.
"Miss, please provide identification!" The bodyguard repeated coldly.
"...I forgot to bring it."
"You must have identification to meet my sir!"
"I have my work ID!" Summer Ford retrieved her work ID from her bag.
But the bodyguard at the door didn't even glance at it, his gaze casually shifted away.
Summer Ford couldn't get in and grew a bit anxious at the door.
She called Aiden Lennox several times, but none of them were answered.
The client inside seemed to have grown impatient too, after sitting for about twenty minutes, he stood up and walked directly out of the lounge, "Arrange a private jet back to Gallia!"
