The Established Siblings of the Pack

Standing behind him were six regular servers, not giving them any chance of entering the private room.

Reene frowned in response. “These two are my friends, and they’re tagging along with me. Can’t they go in too?”

“We have a rule here. The number of booked guests cannot be changed, or it’ll affect other guests dining in,” the supervisor disclosed as he sized Kingsley up, growing visibly impatient. “Anyone without a reservation will have to leave immediately.”

In other words, they would chuck him out.

“Well, I’ll just book a table then.” Kingsley scanned the empty space. “So many of your rooms are unoccupied. I’ll book one right now.”

“Hahaha…” The supervisor burst out laughing. “Do you even know the rules of our reservation?”

At that, Kingsley pulled a pack of cigarettes sold exclusively to the military from his pocket and lit one up. “What’s the rule? Please, do enlighten me,” he said plainly.

When the supervisor saw the brand-less white cigarette pack, he snorted disdainfully and revealed by explaining, “One seat is two hundred thousand, not including any spending. As if you have what it takes to get a seat here!”

“Two hundred thousand? That’s it?” Kingsley smiled plainly. “How much for an entire floor?”

Taken aback, the supervisor fought back his laughter and asked, “What did you say? You want to book the entire floor?”

want the

it in any longer,

servers behind him sniggered

pretentious b*stard as you are. You want to reserve the entire sixtieth floor of the Ramada Hotel? What a joke! You better leave now. We don’t have time to entertain a

the unpleasant words and retorted, “Is this how you serve

facetious voice came. “Yo, which b*stard has upset the

reflexively to find a man, about thirty years old, sauntering over to them with a

first young master of the Stein Family of Cleapolis and the CEO

a super-rich family, Hugo screamed

to the half a lifetime salary of

leering at Reene while swaying

me, which b*stard has pissed off Cleapolis’ goddess entrepreneur? I’ll

“We’ve come to have lunch, but who’d

Hugo, Mr. Kean had only reserved two seats, but these two here thought they could sneak

was all smiles toward Cecilia. “My, isn’t this the beautiful

stomach, cursing, “You f*cking son of a wh*re! How can you let Miss

snapping, he even brazenly leered at Cecilia’s long legs. “We haven’t had enough of such beautiful legs; better not wear

lecherous gaze, Cecilia hid behind

Kingsley prevented him from ogling Cecilia, Hugo announced, “You

of us came together. Why is only