Chapter 280

"You're asking for death!"

Vivian Ashcroft bristled instantly, rolling up her sleeves as if ready to throw punches.

Jason Roscente gripped her wrist firmly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the bodyguard. "Since when are lounges segregated by status?"

"Obviously!"

The bodyguard lifted his chin arrogantly.

Jason turned to the trembling staff member. "Are the lounges first-come-first-serve or assigned by production?"

The staff member stammered, "F-Free choice. But Miss Valentine is an A-lister, so..."

"Being an A-lister means hogging all the lounges?" Vivian scoffed. "Who does she think she is? Some kind of royalty?"

A flicker of amusement crossed Jason's eyes as he suddenly ruffled her hair. "Relax. I've got this."

Vivian froze, caught off guard by the gesture.

"Stop right there!"

The bodyguard moved to block them, but Jason shot him a warning glare. "You dare stand in the way of the seventh son of the Roscente family?"

Before the bodyguard could react, the world spun around him.

"Thud!"

The six-foot-tall brute crashed heavily onto the floor with a dull thump.

Jason leisurely adjusted his cuffs. "Next time you block my path, it won't just be a fall. Bones will break."

Vivian's eyes widened. "Holy crap! That was insanely cool!"

"Call me 'brother,'" Jason teased, raising an eyebrow.

Vivian: "......"

They strode straight into Isabella Valentine's lounge.

Isabella whipped around mid-makeup, half her face still unfinished.

"Get out!" she shrieked. "Bodyguards! Throw these trashy nobodies out!"

Vivian crossed her arms with a cold smirk. "You're the one who should leave. Since when does some wannabe diva get to claim the Roscente heir's private lounge?"