Sweet Subterfuge

Lewis was a Stile resigned, and he could not help but feel sorry for Kevan

“It’s his Uncle Bemard’s 60th birthday today. He originally did not want to go, but his parents insisted that he attended, so ..”Lewis defended Kevan. “If you have something really important to tell him, I will contact him now.”

“No need.” Gary rejected his suggestion. “Telling him tomorrow when he comes is line too.”

Lewis and Larissa looked at each other, and they pursed their lips simultaneously.

There were all kinds of luxurious cars parked in front of the Regal Dynasty Hotel. This spectacle caused many passers-by to stop and

stare while letting out a series of fuelul lamentaliers.

Kevan parked his car in the midst of all of them, and his phone rang just as he pushed open the car door.

are you here yet? Violet’s voice

other hand reached to the passenger’s seat to grab the wrapped gift. “I

good, good. good! Violet seemed to sign in

driver’s seat, and a mocking smile appeared on his face in

Waiting for him?

why would those two families force Anthony to make him come and even be polite to him with how much

line to prevent morale from falling. One could airan a little of that from the scale of Demard’s birthday least. Tonight, the

plane before being delivered to the Regal Dynasty’s kitchens. The alcohol that would be served to

give him the invitation in person two days ago, he gloated about all this smugly, and

big screen outside the hotel had the location of Bernard’s birthday least displayed. The moment Kevan entered the hotel, there was a whole bunch of smiling front desk people who led him toward the elevator. The other guests who arrived with or after him received

similar treatment.

on the sp acious third floor. The banquet hall Bernard used was naturally the biggest hall the hotel had to offer. They seemed to have added a lot of