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!”

the guests at the table, but what astonished them the most was that someone had ordered thirty of these belts.

Frank began. “The gentleman

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

descended upon the room at that moment as everyone leaped to compliment

Mr. Jovovich are just different, huh? He really does not

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

and gratitude. Tyler never mentioned any of this to me, she thought in a daze, but when she saw how impressed

She raised a brow as she glanced over at Serena and Kingsley, then drawled haughtily, “I bet the both of

anything, “He doesn’t need your charity, you filthy

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, “If you’re so great, why don’t you make your own money and

pointed out incredulously, “What are you talking about? Mr.

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

the confusion, Kingsley put his hand up and addressed Frank, “Thank you

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

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