The Established Siblings of the Pack

Standing behind him were six regular servers, not giving them any chance of entering the private room.

Reene frowned in response. “These two are my friends, and they’re tagging along with me. Can’t they go in too?”

“We have a rule here. The number of booked guests cannot be changed, or it’ll affect other guests dining in,” the supervisor disclosed as he sized Kingsley up, growing visibly impatient. “Anyone without a reservation will have to leave immediately.”

In other words, they would chuck him out.

“Well, I’ll just book a table then.” Kingsley scanned the empty space. “So many of your rooms are unoccupied. I’ll book one right now.”

“Hahaha…” The supervisor burst out laughing. “Do you even know the rules of our reservation?”

At that, Kingsley pulled a pack of cigarettes sold exclusively to the military from his pocket and lit one up. “What’s the rule? Please, do enlighten me,” he said plainly.

When the supervisor saw the brand-less white cigarette pack, he snorted disdainfully and revealed by explaining, “One seat is two hundred thousand, not including any spending. As if you have what it takes to get a seat here!”

“Two hundred thousand? That’s it?” Kingsley smiled plainly. “How much for an entire floor?”

Taken aback, the supervisor fought back his laughter and asked, “What did you say? You want to book the entire floor?”

right. I want the

hold it in

behind him

to reserve the entire sixtieth floor of the Ramada Hotel? What a joke! You better leave now. We don’t have

frowned at the unpleasant words and retorted, “Is

Reene finished her words, a facetious voice came. “Yo, which b*stard has upset the great

old, sauntering over

of the Stein Family of Cleapolis and the CEO of Ramada Hotel and many

family, Hugo screamed ‘prodigal coxcomb’

alone was already equivalent to the half

then, he was leering at Reene while swaying toward

which b*stard has pissed off Cleapolis’ goddess

friendly. “We’ve come to have lunch, but who’d have thought

explained, “Young Master Hugo, Mr. Kean had only reserved two seats, but these

toward Cecilia. “My, isn’t this the beautiful Cecilia Larson? It took me so long

changed in a split second, and he booted the supervisor’s stomach, cursing, “You f*cking son of a wh*re! How can you let Miss Larson wait

leered at Cecilia’s long legs. “We haven’t had enough

uncomfortable under his lecherous gaze, Cecilia hid behind Kingsley. “In

Cecilia, Hugo announced, “You ladies can

retorted with a frown. “All three of us came together. Why is only he