I Am the Ruler of All

Alice followed him into the lobby, still worried. "Did you hear me, Kingsley?"
"I did, Alice. Don't worry." He knocked on the reception's marble counter and told the receptionist, "We're from Hill Crest Hospital.
Here for the medical forum. Give us one luxury suite. Preferably with a mountain view."
"One?" Alice blushed. She told the receptionist. "Don't listen to him. Get us two rooms."
The receptionist answered without missing a beat, "Just get one room. Most people who get two always leave one empty at night
anyway."
Alice was as red as an apple. "Don't take this the wrong way. We're not a couple."
"To be honest, we receptionists have an eye for people." The receptionist laughed. "I can tell who's friends, who's a couple, and
who's been married for years. Just get a room, you two."
Kingsley wrapped his arm around Alice and gave the receptionist a thumbs up. "I'll tell your manager to give you a raise."
"Kingsley!" Alice tensed up on purpose. She was about to say something, but Kingsley whispered, "I'm just trying to keep you
safe, Alice. What if Seth breaks into your room at night and tries to assault you? It's dangerous."
Alice pinched his waist. "You're more dangerous than he is." She coldly told the receptionist. "Get us two rooms, or I'll complain
to the manager."
Alice looked aloof to begin with, and now she looked angry when her face fell. The receptionist stopped teasing them and gave
them two key cards quickly. "Rooms 603 and 604. These are your cards."
It was already almost eight, and most of the forum participants were here. They had their own luggage in tow, and all of them
were in line to check in. The older doctors smiled knowingly when they heard Alice and Kingsley's conversation. Ah, to be young.
The younger doctors pouted, thinking that Kingsley was punching above his weight.

Just then, the doors of the elevator beside them opened, and Seth arrogantly said, "You have to help me, sir! I think he broke my
spine! It still hurts!"
Seth and an old man walked out of the elevator. The old man was in an expensive suit, and his gray hair was neatly combed
back. He obviously took care of himself well, and he looked a little strict. This man was the most famous cardiology PhD tutor in
Cleapolis—Tristan Zinkleigh.
He wanted to help Seth out for two reasons. One, Seth was his student. Two, Seth was his future son-in-law. His daughter was
ugly and morbidly obese. Seth was the only one among the short list of candidates who was worthy enough for his daughter, or
at least that was what he thought. He decided to stoop lower and help him out. "That's him!" Seth pointed at Kingsley. "He hurled
that luggage at me! You have to tell him off, sir!"
Tristan put his hands behind his back and put on an arrogant front. "That was rude of you, young man. Don't you know that he's
my student?"
Kingsley cocked his eyebrow. "And who the f*ck are you, geezer?"
The crowd exploded into a heated discussion at once. Everyone here knew who Tristan was. The forum had been held for many
years, and Tristan was one of the most esteemed guests every time. They could not believe a young man just called Tristan a
geezer. It was rude and uncouth. Everyone in Cleapolis' medical field is gonna boycott him at this rate.
Tristan looked furious, and some among the crowd noticed and came to the old man's defense.
"I've never seen you, kid. Where do you come from? Did you sneak in?"
"You can't call Mr. Zinkleigh an old geezer, kid! Apologize now!"
"You're here with your teacher, aren't you? You're too young to come alone. Who's your mentor?"
Everyone was attacking Kingsley just so they could get in Tristan's good books.