I Am the Ruler of All

I Am the Ruler of All! Chapter 98

“A delivery?”

Everyone at the table froze. They had seen the nametag and the badge with the brand monogram pinned to Frank’s shirt. He was the manager of Gustav Atelier!

They gasped and exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t Gustav Atelier one of the top designer brands in the world? All their clothes come with five-figure price tags!”

In the midst of their astonishment, Frank merely waved his hand to beckon the assistants, saying, “Bring the goods in.”

The three assistants immediately brought the ornate boxes forward and rested them carefully on the long banquet table. They carried ten each, which meant there were thirty of these boxes altogether.

“I-Is this…” Emory gaped at the boxes with wide eyes, then said in disbelief, “This is the most popular design in one of Gustav’s seasonal collections! It retails for eighty-eight thousand!”

“Holy crap!”

“Are you serious? Then all these together cost more than an arm and a leg!”

much to the guests at the table, but what astonished them the most was that someone had ordered thirty of these belts. They were staring at the boxes hungrily, and one of them turned to ask Frank, “A-Are these all

began. “The gentleman over

Nancy, “Wow, Mr. Jovovich was already generous enough to

moment as everyone leaped to compliment and thank

bigshots like Mr. Jovovich are just different, huh? He really does not hold

gift, Nancy! I could never bring myself to splurge like this. This

me, she thought in a daze, but when she saw how impressed her friends were,

can I say? Tyler loves me so much that he’s always coming up with ways to make me happy.” She raised a brow as she glanced over at Serena and Kingsley, then drawled haughtily, “I bet the both of you have never dreamed about owning something

say anything, “He doesn’t need your charity, you filthy hag. I’ll get

at the end of the day, the only way for him to own a designer belt is through a woman’s altruism.” Emory was so jealous that the only way he could feel better was to

“What are you talking about? Mr. Nicholson was the one

him as the news sunk in. They exchanged questioning looks and asked among themselves, “Who’s Mr, Nicholson? Do we

the confusion, Kingsley put his hand up and addressed Frank, “Thank you for coming all this way to

at all, Mr. Nicholson. We hope to serve you again.” With that, he backed out of the private dining room and closed