Chapter 415

As the atmosphere grew tenser, Yvonne ran over to them and stood in front of Silvia, saying with a

frown,

“Xavier, this is Miss Chloe’s birthday party. You know she’s from the Sommerset family from Capital

City, right? That means this isn’t a place where you can do whatever you like. Silvia doesn’t need your

permission to go anywhere.”

“Haha.”

Xavier ignored her completely and instead loomed over Philip, glaring at him.

“In all my years, you’re the first man who dares to challenge me like that.

“I’ll show you just how wide the gap between us really is.”

Philip smiled faintly and was about to say something when a stern-looking middle-aged man parted the

crowd, approaching them as he said,

“What’s happening here? Who dares to raise a ruckus at Miss Chloe’s party?”

“Dang, even Mr. Moseby the head butler is here. Someone’s gonna be in trouble now,” someone who

knew the middle-aged man said in a whisper.

“The Sommersets are pretty influential in Riverdale too. How will they clean up this mess?” Harmony

frowned as well.

Meryl scoffed and said, “I hope they throw that man and Xavier out of here. I’m annoyed just looking at

them.”

Making use of his position as the oldest son of the Denvers from Golden City, Xavier had done plenty

of stupid things in his time.

Girls like them either hated or loved arrogant young masters like him.

Those who loved him would die for him.

Those who hated him would utterly despise him.

“Mr. Moseby, I’m Xavier Denver.”

Xavier took a step back and looked at Philip with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “I suspect this

man snuck into the party without an invitation. Please escort him out right now.”

Mr. Moseby paused. He clearly recognized Xavier, so he said somewhat respectfully, “Understood,

Master Denver!”

He then turned to Philip and said, “Sir, please show me your invitation.”

Silvia huffed, “Why do we have to show our invitations just because he said so? Why doesn’t he have

to?”

Mr. Moseby looked unaffected as he said,

“Because he’s the young master of the Denvers.

“On the other hand, this man looks rather unfamiliar to me. I personally wrote all the invitations, so may

I kindly know your name?”

“His name is Philip Clarke. He’s my cousin’s husband who married into her family, and all he does is

live off his wife’s salary.”

Lynn snorted from amongst the crowd. “I don’t think he has the right to be here.”

As soon as she said that, Silvia felt her heart skip a beat.

She had been wondering how Philip managed to get into this party.

After all, this birthday party was held for Chloe Sommerset, the third daughter of the Capital City

Sommersets. Only people from the upper echelons of society would be able to get their hands on an

invitation.

Even Silvia only managed to get in because of her best friend, Yvonne.

Philip raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lynn in the crowd.

That cousin of his was truly a pain. She seemed to be everywhere.

“I bet he doesn’t have an invitation at all. He must have snuck in,” someone said with a snigger.

“Yeah, look at him, dressed in the cheapest wares. I’ll be the first to doubt that he was properly invited,”

someone else scoffed.

“Well, he’s in trouble now. The Sommersets are obsessed with their image and status, and now he’s

offended Xavier too. I don’t think he’ll get out of this in one piece,” someone said with a sigh, shaking

their head.

“Sir, please show me your invitation, or else I’m calling security.”

Mr. Moseby’s expression was hard now and he demanded an invitation harshly.

“I don’t have an invitation,” Philip said after a brief pause.

The crowd erupted into an uproar.

“See, I told you! Chase him out of here before I lose my temper.”

A cocky grin appeared on Xavier’s face, and he looked down at Philip from high above, as though

Philip was merely an ant.

“How did you get in here without an invitation?”

Mr. Moseby’s expression changed abruptly, and he looked like Philip as though the latter was a thief

who managed to sneak into the house.

Mr. Moseby was in charge of this party, yet here was an uninvited intruder whom he had no idea about.

If this matter got to Miss Chloe, it would definitely be Mr. Moseby’s head on the chopping block.

He secretly broke out into a cold sweat. He would be in some really hot water if Miss Chloe found out

about this.

Besides, Miss Chloe’s father would personally go to the main hall tonight.

“Let’s see how he worms out of this one.”

To Lynn, Philip’s current conundrum was about as satisfying as eating an ice-cream in the middle of

summer.

Mickey shook his head in faux exasperation, saying, “What was the point? If you don’t belong here,

don’t force your way in. You’re only making a fool of yourself.”

Only Silvia stomped her foot in frustration and said, “Philip, you…”

“I didn’t finish my sentence,” Philip suddenly spoke again.

“I may not have an invitation, but I was invited here. You just have to check the guest list.”

“You were invited?”

Mr. Moseby paused and looked at him suspiciously. “Only friends of the Somersbys and the top

representatives of Riverdale companies have the right to invite guests personally. For instance, the

Denvers’ company has always been on good terms with us, so Master Denver doesn’t need an

invitation.

“Our Miss Chloe doesn’t know a tasteless peasant like you. Are you sure Miss Chloe invited you?”

Philip blinked. Did Chloe not make the necessary arrangements?

Seeing as Philip had gone quiet, Mr. Moseby began to hesitate as well.

Should he grab a guard and ask? If he made a mistake here and offended Miss Chloe’s esteemed

guest, that would not end well for him.