Damien stood at the entrance of the Yeager family villa with a broad smile to greet the incoming guests.

“Sir, a 10-thousand-dollar Volkswagen just drove up,” a servant leaned in and whispered to him.

“10 thousand?” Damien frowned.

Today was the grand 90th birthday celebration for Terry Yeager, the great-grandfather of the Yeager family. Every guest here was rich or powerful, with even the lowest-end cars costing at least a hundred grand. Who would dare bring a cheap car?

Was this a joke?

There was no way anyone of such low status could be invited by the Yeager family.

Sure, some people came uninvited, but even they had a certain social standing.

“A cheap car like that, and they dare drive it to the front of the villa?! They’re tarnishing the Yeager family’s image!” Damien’s expression soured.

“You take care here. I’ll handle them myself,” he said and headed outside toward the car.

From a distance, he spotted the Volkswagen inching forward leisurely.

“Stop tha