His tone carried clear suspicion.
The guard hesitated.
Before he could answer, another man sitting at the table let out a cold snort.
"Idiot."
"Did you forget our own establishment rules?"
He tapped his finger lightly on the table.
"He is a Marquise of the Empire."
"That alone qualifies him to enter."
The questioning man paused for a moment.
Then his expression darkened.
"But that bastard…"
He clenched his fist slightly.
"He ruined several of our business channels in the past."
"Do you think we can just let him walk in here and buy whatever he wants from us?"
His voice carried obvious hostility.
Another figure sitting quietly at the corner finally spoke.His tone was calm but cold.
"No."
"If we forcefully kick him out, it will create unnecessary trouble."
He leaned back slightly in his chair.
"He is not someone we can openly offend."
The room fell silent again.Everyone understood what that meant.Ethan was no longer some small noble.
