The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 98

“A delivery?”

Everyone at the table froze. They had seen the nametag and the badge with the brand monogram pinned to Frank’s shirt. He was the manager of Gustav Atelier!

They gasped and exclaimed, “Wait, isn’t Gustav Atelier one of the top designer brands in the world? All their clothes come with five-figure price tags!”

In the midst of their astonishment, Frank merely waved his hand to beckon the assistants, saying, “Bring the goods in.”

The three assistants immediately brought the ornate boxes forward and rested them carefully on the long banquet table. They carried ten each, which meant there were thirty of these boxes altogether.

“I-Is this…” Emory gaped at the boxes with wide eyes, then said in disbelief, “This is the most popular design in one of Gustav’s seasonal collections! It retails for eighty-eight thousand!”

“Holy crap!”

“Are you serious? Then all these together cost more than an arm and a leg!”

thirty of these belts. They were staring at the

Frank began. “The

excitedly as he said to Nancy, “Wow, Mr. Jovovich was already generous enough to have offered to buy us a meal, but to

the room at that moment as everyone leaped to

just different, huh? He

for the gift, Nancy! I could never bring myself to splurge like this. This sure is a special way to commemorate a reunion, am

Tyler never mentioned any of this to me, she thought in a daze, but when she saw how impressed her friends were, she felt certain that Tyler was the only person who had the money to pull this gesture

over at Serena and Kingsley, then drawled haughtily, “I bet the both of you have never dreamed about owning something as luxurious

need your charity, you filthy hag. I’ll get one for him as

the end of the day, the only way for him to own a designer belt is through a woman’s altruism.” Emory was so jealous that the only way he could feel better was to put Kingsley down, and he went on to tease viciously,

“What are you talking about? Mr. Nicholson was the one who

at him as the news sunk in. They exchanged questioning looks and asked among themselves, “Who’s Mr, Nicholson? Do we know

of the confusion, Kingsley put his hand up and addressed Frank, “Thank you for coming all this way to deliver the belts, Mr.

Nicholson. We hope to serve you again.” With that,

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