The Established Siblings of the Pack

“Crap, the guy almost got me! I really thought he was some rich kid with more money than sense!”

“Come on, look at the clothes he’s wearing; they’re all bargain stuff! As if someone like him has money!”

“Hah! I gotta admit that I’m impressed by how he blatantly hurls empty brags like that!”

Pleased to hear everyone joining in the mockery, Noah scoffed at Kingsley and said, “Maybe you should consider using better props the next time you wanna come off as a bigshot, kid. That bank card of yours is a dead giveaway of how pathetic you really are. I’d die of embarrassment if I were you!”

Serena felt blood rushing to her cheeks as she said in hushed tones, “What are you doing, Kingsley? Everyone’s watching. What if your card gets declined and you end up humiliating yourself?”

Upon hearing this, Noah chuckled and interjected contemptuously, “Oh, afraid of public humiliation, Serena? Let me give you a piece of advice as someone who tried to pursue you romantically once: stay away from idiots like this punk over here or his stupid will rub off on you.”

“You—” A cold gleam flashed in Serena’s eyes. She wanted nothing more than to end Noah’s life right there and then!

He ignored the deadly look she was shooting him and turned to address Frank politely, “I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Lowell. We’ll leave before we affect your business any more than we already have.”

Frank was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard this. He blinked out of his daze and quickly returned the Elite Gold Card to Kingsley as he said respectfully, “Here you go, sir.”

no credit limit, he would need nerves of steel to actually swipe it. He shuddered at the thought of offending a man who possessed enough power to own a card like that; he was only a boutique manager, and he couldn’t handle the consequences of rubbing someone like

Mr. Lowell?” Noah pointed out sarcastically. “Honestly, there’s no need

Frank asked, but much to everyone’s

are you asking him for? He’s

get his insult out when Frank turned and gestured toward the boutique behind him, then bowed at Kingsley in reverence as he added, “If you do not wish to resort to calling security, then you are welcome to take the fight into our boutique. There’s ample room in there for scuffling, not to mention air-conditioning. It’s the

gaped at the manager in

to throw

was starting to think that Kingsley had put some

say, Mr. Morris? Care to take

Serena, then at the eager-to-please Frank. Realizing that

else I can

paused in thought. “Just a moment, please.” He turned to Serena. “How many

I suppose,” Serena answered, though

tossed the card to Frank once more and said,

surprise as he bowed his head and said with utmost respect, “We have sixty-eight belt designs in our

sharp breath collectively when they heard this. Eighty-eight thousand was money that the average working-class person

upon hearing the price. She muttered under her breath, “That’s the bounty for killing a Grade C

I’ll take thirty of that design.