Rex didn't respond immediately. Instead, he lowered the window just enough to show the invitation card code, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the guard's reaction.
The guard, clearly accustomed to dealing with the elite, didn't miss a beat. He pulled out a small scanning device and aimed it at the card.
{Mini Cleo, it's your turn,}
{Leave it to me, Boss!} Mini Cleo's cheerful voice echoed in his mind.
The guard frowned as the scanner beeped, its screen flashing with an error message. He tried again, but the result was the same. "I'm sorry, sir, but there seems to be an issue with your invitation. Could you—"
Before he could finish, the scanner's screen flickered, and a new message appeared: "Access Granted. Welcome, VIP Guest."
The guard blinked, clearly confused but unwilling to question a high-profile attendee. He straightened and gestured for the car to proceed. "My apologies for the delay, sir. Enjoy the gala."