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 whole

couldn’t hold it in any

behind

much of a pretentious b*stard as you are. You want to reserve the entire sixtieth floor of the Ramada Hotel? What a joke! You

frowned at the unpleasant words and retorted, “Is this how you serve your customers at Ramada

finished her words, a facetious voice came. “Yo, which b*stard has upset the great and

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

was none other than Hugo Stein, the first young master of the Stein Family of Cleapolis and the CEO of Ramada Hotel and

to a super-rich family, Hugo screamed ‘prodigal coxcomb’

suit he was wearing alone was already equivalent to

he was leering at Reene while swaying toward

b*stard has pissed off Cleapolis’ goddess entrepreneur? I’ll deal with

wasn’t at all friendly. “We’ve come to have lunch, but who’d have thought we’d come

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

“My, isn’t this the beautiful Cecilia Larson? It took me so

changed in a split second, and he booted the supervisor’s stomach, cursing, “You f*cking son of

long legs. “We haven’t had enough

hid behind Kingsley. “In that case, can

him from ogling Cecilia, Hugo announced, “You ladies can

three of us came together. Why is only he not allowed to