The Established Siblings of the Pack

“I did, Alice. Don’t worry.” He knocked on the reception’s marble counter and told the receptionist, “We’re from Hill Crest Hospital. Here for the medical forum. Give us one luxury suite. Preferably with a mountain view.”

“One?” Alice blushed. She told the receptionist. “Don’t listen to him. Get us two rooms.”

The receptionist answered without missing a beat, “Just get one room. Most people who get two always leave one empty at night anyway.”

Alice was as red as an apple. “Don’t take this the wrong way. We’re not a couple.”

“To be honest, we receptionists have an eye for people.” The receptionist laughed. “I can tell who’s friends, who’s a couple, and who’s been married for years. Just get a room, you two.”

Kingsley wrapped his arm around Alice and gave the receptionist a thumbs up. “I’ll tell your manager to give you a raise.”

“Kingsley!” Alice tensed up on purpose. She was about to say something, but Kingsley whispered, “I’m just trying to keep you safe, Alice. What if Seth breaks into your room at night and tries to assault you? It’s dangerous.”

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she looked angry when her face fell. The receptionist stopped teasing them and gave them two key cards quickly. “Rooms 603 and 604.

eight, and most of the forum participants were here. They had their own luggage in tow, and all of them were in line to check in. The older doctors smiled knowingly when they heard Alice and Kingsley’s conversation. Ah, to be young. The younger doctors pouted, thinking that Kingsley was

the elevator beside them opened, and Seth arrogantly said, “You have to help me, sir! I

an expensive suit, and his gray hair was neatly combed back. He obviously took care of himself well, and he looked a little strict. This man was the most famous cardiology PhD tutor in

his student. Two, Seth was his future son-in-law. His daughter was ugly and morbidly obese. Seth was the only one among the short list of candidates who was worthy enough for his daughter, or at least that

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