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.
“Kevan, are you here yet? Violet’s voice came through the speakers.
Kevan held his phone in one hand, while his other hand reached to the passenger’s seat to grab the wrapped gift. “I just am
ved.”
“Oh, good, good. good! Violet seemed to sign in reliel. “Come inside quickly. Everyone’s waiting for you!”
Kevan get out of the driver’s seat, and a mocking smile appeared on his face in the dark,
Waiting for him?
It seemed that Soaring Corporation was in quite some trouble. Otherwise, why would those two families force Anthony to make
him come and even be polite to him with how much they hated him?
Although Soaring Corporation had serious intemal problems, Cody kept pretending that everything was just line to prevent
morale from falling. One could airan a little of that from the scale of Demard’s birthday least. Tonight, the entirety of the Regal
Dynasty’s third floor, in which the bargurt hall was, was not open to others in order to ensure the privacy and safety of all guests
attending the least.
Moreover, early in the morning, all the premium ingredients 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 the price of each bottle
starting at tens of thousands and increasing from there.
When Bernard went over to Microworks to give him the invitation in person two days ago, he gloated about all this smugly, and
that made Kevan genuinely happy. It was great because this meant that they were only so much closer to their own funerals.
The 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 a
similar treatment.
One could see the uniformed front desk staff going to and from the venue 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 tables to the hall so much so that it
was overflowing through the door, and the aisles were very narrow,
Even though the decorations in the hall were magnificent, the guests were all crammed together, so many people were not
smiling at all Some even looked annoyed.
But the moment Kevan entered, their expressions changed.
“Mr. Rogers!’
“Mr. Rogers, you’ve finally here!”
Mr. Rogers! Please take a seal here!”
Mr. Rogers, here! Sit with us!
Almost everyone called for Kevan to go over to them, regardless of whether or not he knew them.
“I’ll meet with my Uncle Bemard first.” Kevan smiled slightly and rejected the offers from the crowd. He passed through the long,
narrow aisle with great difficulty before reaching the head tables where the Rogers family were.