The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 6

“The Wynns have a family banquet today!” Reene slurred as she checked her watch. “It’s starting in less than an hour. I can’t be late!”

“I’ll go with you,” Kingsley insisted as he stood up.

He wanted to see what kind of b*stards Clarence and his family were when they dared sanction his sister!

“Just wait for me here, Kingsley. The Wynn Family is complicated. It’s best that you don’t get yourself dragged into it.”

With that, Reene pulled a bank card out of her handbag, handing it to him. “Go down and shop while you wait. Buy whatever catches your eyes. There’s still about a hundred thousand in there. Spend it however you like!”

However, Kingsley felt upset when he took the bank card from her. As the president of a large department store, how could she only have a hundred thousand in her bank?! Clearly, the Wynns had seized the money she earned!

“I’ll run away again if you don’t take me with you today.”

“There’s really nothing I can do about you, is there?” Reene sighed with mixed emotions.

Victorious, Kingsley grinned.

Sure enough, after all these years, Reene still couldn’t resist his ‘pestering’.

After sitting in Reene’s red BMW, Kingsley twitched his nose while smelling the enticing perfume in the car. “Sweet ride you have here, Reene.” He grinned.

“You like it? Why don’t I get you one when I get my Christmas bonus?”

no…” Kingsley hurriedly waved his hands. “I’ve

to pass by where he parked the janky Santana, and he pointed toward it. “There, see? That’s

and her eyes turned red-rimmed. “Kingsley, I can’t imagine how much you’ve suffered these last few years,” she said with a

that Reene wouldn’t get him a car, but who’d have thought it did the complete

point A to

leave it to me

“……”

not what

of the Wynn Family, Clarence, crossed his legs and quirked his lips with dissatisfaction. “Elijah, why hasn’t your adoptive daughter shown

Joslin, exchanged a glance with grim faces. “It’s only natural Reene is swamped with work when she has

know how to blow your own trumpet, Uncle Elijah. Busy?

that right, son.” Clarence

trembled with

not talk back to his brother, only throwing his arm up, saying with seething

Ysabel chased

doing out here? Go and chat with those bunch of

the handle and glared with a face caked with makeup, arms akimbo. “All you can do is act tyrannically toward me. If you’re so capable, why don’t you ask

the old man give us his business when you can’t even bear a son? So be it even if

birth to her or not? As long as

Reene and Kingsley had arrived

“Mom, Dad.”

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