The VVIP table seemed to be hosting important figures Ryley barely knew, but from the way the guards surrounded them and a rough estimation he had on Blair Anderson's peers, they seemed to be the military high commands, just as Lucas said.
With one deep exhale, he straightened his back and hoped things wouldn't be too difficult, then led his graceful steps towards the stairs.
"Sorry, this is a restricted area. Do you have any business with any of the guests?" The guards stopped Ryley right after he arrived there.
"Mr. Blair Anderson." The blond said after taking off his mask, smiling gracefully as if impersonating an escort. "I want to talk to him."
"You...!" The muscular man hissed when he noticed that it was the rude blond who dared to talk back to his Master. "You're from that time!"
Ryley grimaced in confusion, it seemed that the guard recognized him while he didn't. "Can you step aside? I need to talk to him. It's important!"