Mancini's POV
I walked towards the VIP lounge but was stopped by some of the guards. They stretched out their hands, preventing me from moving in without saying a word.
"What's the big deal?" I asked with raised brows, anger blazing in my eyes. "Do you know who I am?" I asked with raised brows, but they ignored me, remaining silent.
"I would suggest you stop trying them on, sir. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to kick you out. Do you understand me?" They asked, only to make me so mad. I clenched my fists, breathing hard. However, I decided to walk away.
I didn't want to make a scene that could expose me here. I would rather make sure to think highly of myself.
"Tell your boss I'd like to see if," I said, my expression as serious as ever, making them rethink what they had done, but it seemed they didn't want to let me in.
