The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 93

of filthy orphans and bottom-feeders, so don’t get all high and mighty with me, you fu—”He never finished his sentence because at that moment, Kingsley punched him hard in the face. There was a loud crack when his fist connected with bones under soft flesh, and Noah was knocked off his feet.“Heavens!”“What on earth is going on? Why are they fighting all of a sudden?”The shoppers who were passing by the boutique started to glance over at the ruckus with interest, and some of them even gathered around to watch.Presently, Noah shook his head vehemently, and the world around him spun like he had just been hit by a truck. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet, then swayed like a drunkard trying to regain his balance. “I can’t believe you actually hit me, you punk! I’ll skin you alive!”Noah was just about to lunge at Kingsley when a man in a suit came out from the adjacent designer boutique. He looked cold and aloof as he said in clipped tones, “Gentlemen, I suggest you take the fight elsewhere, because your little ruckus has severely affected our customers’s shopping experience, not to mention tarnished the image of our establishment. Leave before I call the mall security to escort you off the premises.”Noah looked up and glowered at the man, then glanced at the signboard of the boutique in question. The anger in him immediately waned. He had worked in the mall long enough to know how powerful the brand was, and he would be a moron to stir up trouble here.He swallowed and humbled himself as he muttered, “I’m sorry, sir. We will leave immediately.”However, Kingsley merely looked at the man’s man tag, which read, ‘Frank Lowell—Manager’. Upon registering this, he drawled nonchalantly, “Mr. Lowell, is it?” Then, he pulled out the Elite Gold Card, which was without spending limit, and tossed it to the manager as he said, “Take the card and swipe it for whatever damages we owe you for today’s inconveniences.”Everyone in the vicinity burst into an uproar when they heard this. The crowd turned their eyes on Kingsley as his words hung in the air. None of them could believe what he had just said.The men’s boutique was a luxury brand that was well-known in Cevatte, and any one of its ensembles could easily cost up to five figures. For a man to so easily offer to swipe his card for damages equivalent to a night’s worth of sales was beyond imaginable!Frank was flabbergasted as he held onto the card. As the manager of the store, he was well-acquainted with the logo embossed on the card. The