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.

here yet? Violet’s

while his other hand reached to the passenger’s seat to grab

good. good! Violet seemed to sign in reliel. “Come inside quickly.

and a

Waiting for him?

some trouble. Otherwise, why would those two families force

scale of Demard’s birthday least. Tonight, the

that Edmund had ordered were delivered from their areas of production and flown over to Bartham by a private plane before being delivered to the Regal Dynasty’s kitchens. The alcohol that would be served to the guests were made by famous local and international winery or vineyards, with

ago, he gloated about all this smugly, and

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

similar treatment.

The banquet hall Bernard used was naturally the biggest hall the hotel had to offer. They seemed