Chapter 163
Wayne was loving every second of this year’s best gossip, eating up the drama. “If I were you, I’d be looking for a hole to hide in right now.
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“As the heir to one of the major four families, you’re always following others around. People might think the Garcia family is just brown–nosing to stay on top. Just then, a mocking male voice came from outside
The newcomer was dressed in formal clothes, with a slightly delicate, handsome look. It was Devin Santos, the eldest son of the Santos family
Fiona turned her head, her eyes filling up with grievance. “Devin, Wayne and Josiah are bullying me?”
Lathe said, chewing on a lollipop, You are so good at playing the victim cand”
Josiah squinted his eyes. “Ms. Samtos, it was you who tried to force your way into the First Floor, and got turned down. How is that us bullying you?”
Devin’s earlier comment implied the Garcia family was the Faulkner family’s lackey, using flattery to become the top of the big four families
The Santos and Garcia families didn’t get along. Devin hadn’s held back on his words before,
Wayne wasn’t
wasn’t mad, his eyes sharp. “Devin, don’t forget. It was your family that targeted our family!
The four major families might have ranks, but they also kept each other in check.
There was once a Wagner family among the four, always on good terms with the Garcia family.
Later, the Santos family stirred up trouble, brought down the Wagner family, and pulled up the Bennett family. It pined all the blame on the Garcia family
Wayne and Devin always had a fight whenever they mei.
Devin met Wayne’s gaze coldly, sneering. “So what? Mr. Garcia is old. He’ll kick the bucket sooner or later. Your dad can’t hold up the fort, and neither can you.
The Garcia family!
a few more years?
fall sooner or later. But you’re smart, clinging to the thigh of Mr. Faulkner Serve him well. Maybe the Garcia family can last
Devin didn’t care at all if Silas was around.
Wayne’s face darkened. “Devin, you really think the Garcia family won’t dare touch the Santos family?”
Josiah squinted his eyes. “Mr. Santos, all you’ve got is that sharp tongue, huh?”
“You” Devin was tongue–tier
Lathe suddenly cut in, her expression a mix of amusement and mockery. “Hey, the Santos family can’t even afford the room on the third floor, and you’re still here curing Wayne
Devin’s gaze shifted. “Who do you think you are?”
Lathe raised her brow. Tm your father!”
Words failed Josiah
He didn’t know Lathe, but judging from the situation and how close she was with Lenore, she must be on their side.
Josiah felt he should get the lowdown too, so he whispered to Wayne: “What’s her deal! She’s pretty wild”
Wayne gave a wry smile. He thought, “What a wild girl. Otherwise, how could she have taken me down without breaking a sweat not long ago!
Ever since he met Lenore, everyone around her except Bonnie Bad a wild streak,
Suddenly, a bell rang from downstairs…
Michael spoke up, breaking the silence brought by Lathe’s words, “Everyone, the auction is about to begin”
Fiona snapped back to reality. She didn’t care about Lathe’s earlier comment and tugged at Devin’s sleeve, pouting. “Devin. I just want Bestow
Devin always doted on Fiona. Seeing her eyes still red, he glanced at her friends and sighed in resignation.
He addressed Michael. “My sister just wants to have a meal with her hiends in this room. We’ll leave right after. The First Floor can name its price”
The auction couldn’t be postponed, with the most important items coming up later. With someone in charge downstairs, Michael wasn’t worried.
Looking at the persistent siblings, he said firmly, “I’ll say it again. No matter the price, Bestow is not open to the public?”
Devin frowned, “Rules are meant to be bent. The First Floor isn’t going to leave money on the table, right?”
“Exactly!” Fiona agreed coldly. “If you can’t make the call, then have your boss come out!”
The head of the First Floor had always been Michael, but as for the real owner behind it, the son of the Brown family, no one had ever met him.
Wayne chuckled, “As the daughter of one of the four major families, haven’t you heard of the First Floor’s rules?”
