The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 47

About thirty seconds later, Lancer replied, “Boss, we tracked his purchase records and found that he checked into a presidential suite in Pauley Hotel about ten minutes ago. Shall I send our men—”

Kingsley didn’t let him finish his words, hanging up as soon as he got what he needed and sped away.

Meanwhile, Yulia was lying in a massive, luxurious bed with her eyes shut and lips parted. She had fallen into a deep coma inside the presidential suite of Pauley’s Hotel, which was located on the highest floor.

On the other hand, Caleb sat by the bed, swirling the glass of red wine in his hand as he leered at Yulia’s shapely figure as though he was admiring a breathtaking ancient Greek statue.

“Connor is really brilliant!” He licked his lips and mumbled, “Ansley is a f*cking stunner. Just looking at her makes my blood go crazy!”

With that, he loosened his necktie with one hand, then tugged his collar left and right. “You won’t take a couch casting, eh, b*tch? Well, that’s going to change today!”

Then, he downed the entire glass of red wine before throwing it onto the high-end carpet beneath his feet.

As he breathed heavily, he ripped her top open, sending its buttons flying. “Gorgeous…”

However, just as he wanted to admire that smooth, porcelain-like skin, a thunderous boom came from the entrance.

“What’s going on?! Who the f*ck dares interrupt my fun?!” Caleb roared as he sat up with displeasure, but in a split second, his face turned grim, and an ominous feeling rose within him.

How could someone still barge in when he had stationed dozens of bodyguards at the entrance?!

on a shirt hastily and ran out of the

grand double door wide open, and one of it was

door

called out to his

soon as he finished speaking, a burly man in a suit was chucked through

hard

none other than

are the others?!”

of them… are down,” Logan coughed up blood,

second,

so frightened that

veterans, and each of them could hold off ten ordinary people. However, they were all down! This could only mean that whoever arrived had brought over a

“W-Who in the world?!”

step, thinking about who it could

tell which big shot he had

tall figure entered the room

tap… His every single step seemed to have

you?!” How could Caleb ever forget that face? The man standing before him

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255