The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 17

Just as the trio was about to head into VIP Room 6, located on the sixtieth floor of Ramada Hotel, someone in a supervisor uniform extended his hand, blocking their path. “Sorry, Mr. Kean has booked this room, and he has only invited Miss Wynn.”

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

The supervisor couldn’t hold it in any

behind him sniggered

never seen anyone as much of a pretentious b*stard as you are. You want to reserve the entire sixtieth

“Is this

right as Reene finished her words, a facetious voice came.

a man, about thirty years old,

first young master of the Stein Family of Cleapolis and the CEO of Ramada Hotel and

Hugo screamed ‘prodigal

was wearing alone was already equivalent to the

then, he was leering at

me, which b*stard has pissed off Cleapolis’ goddess

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

Hugo, Mr. Kean had only reserved two seats, but these two

isn’t this the beautiful Cecilia Larson? It took

a split second, and he booted the supervisor’s stomach, cursing, “You f*cking son of a

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

behind Kingsley. “In that

Kingsley prevented him from ogling Cecilia, Hugo announced, “You ladies

retorted with a frown. “All three of us

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