Chapter 5


    Kingsley arrived at the entrance of Neveah Department Store''s parking lot apanied by the


    clinks and nks of the janky Santana.


    After sizing Kingsley and his car up, the parking lot attendant disclosed with disdain, "The parking


    fee is twelve bucks per hour. Ruining over the boom barrier will cost you five thousand."


    Kingsley was rendered at a loss for words for a moment. "Got it," he mumbled. Does this guy think


    I''ll hit the boom barrier and run away, figuring I can''t afford the parking fee?


    Then again, he couldn''t me the guy for thinking so, for anyone driving such a janky car might


    actually not be willing to pay a couple of bucks.


    Kingsley learned from the profile Lancer gave him that Reene''s office was located at the top of the


    office building behind the department store.


    Hence, he wasted no time and rode a staff elevator to the top.


    After exiting the elevator, he was greeted by a bright lounge with three window walls filled with


    greenery and the sound of rippling water resounding through the space.


    It got him eximing involuntarily. Reene''s taste is still so refined and sophisticated.


    She actually built an elegant sky garden in this part of the town where every inch was worth a


    fortune.


    But just as he nned to search for the president''s office, a guard securing his falling hat was


    running to him, shouting, "This is the president''s private area. No one else is allowed in this


    premise!"


    "I need to talk to your president."


    "I don''t care what business you have." The guard panted while saying impatiently, "You have to


    book an appointment with Gardiner if you want to see the president."


    "Gardiner?" Kingsley scratched his chin, asking, "Is he a he or a she?"


    "What does it have to do with you? Get the hell out of here! I''ll get a scolding if the president finds


    out a stranger has entered!"


    However, just as the guard wanted to shove Kingsley out, the elevator door opened with a ping


    again.


    A stunning beauty in a low-cut evening dress sauntered out of the elevator the next second. "What''s


    going on?" she asked with a frown.


    The woman was none other than Kingsley''s eldest sister—Keene Wynn.


    "P-President, you''re not in your office?!" Terrified, the guard stuttered and pointed to Kingsley. "This


    guy insisted on barging in. I''m chasing him out right now!"


    Keene looked coldly at Kingsley in response, her gorgeous face elegant and cold.


    "It''s been a while, Keene."


    Her name sounded a little foreign to Kingsley after having not said it for over a decade.


    The guard, on the other hand, immediately condemned Kingsley upon hearing him call Keene by


    her name. "How dare you call her by her name?! She''s—"


    However, the guard paused his words the next second, for he saw Keene''s icy face melt into a


    puddle of gentleness.


    "You... Are you Kingsley?" she asked with a shaky voice while covering her mouth with her hands.


    "It''s me. I''m back, Keene."


    "It''s really you..."


    Tears fell like a never-ending waterfall from Keene''s eyes as she scrutinized Kingsley''s face for a


    solid minute before throwing herself into his arms, sobbing, "We... We all thought you were dead...


    We even imed a disfigured corpse... What took you so long toe back..."


    Kingsley patted his sister''s back while taking in the affection he hadn''t had for so long. "Well, I''m


    back, aren''t I?" he cooed.


    "Will you leave again?"


    "No, never again."


    At that, Reene wiped her tears away and punched his chest lightly, feigning anger. "You son of an


    a*shole. Do you know how worried we''ve been in thest ten years? If you dare run away again, I


    swear I''ll break your legs!"


    In contrast to the affectionate scene between the brother and sister, the guard was scared sh*tless,


    shuddering like he was naked in the arctic.


    It wasn''t until after a long while that Reene jolted back to her senses and left Kingsley''s arms,


    returning to her usual noble self after fixing her evening dress.


    "Ous, you can just leave him be whenever hees over."


    "Y-Yes, ma''am... Got it..." the guard stuttered while wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, his head


    so low that it was practically on the ground.


    After entering the president''s office, Kingsley sat across Reene and chuckled. "Reene, is Gardiner a


    he or a she?"


    "She. Why?"


    "I have nothing to worry about then." Kingsley grinned. "Have you forgotten, Keene? You and the


    others promised to marry me when we grow up."


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    "That''s child''s bber. How can it count when we''re ying pretend?" Keene changed the subject


    with a flushed face. "By the way, the others still don''t know you''re back, do they? We should all


    gather in a couple of days!"


    "Are they all in Cleapolis?"


    "Jessica and Courtney aren’t, but the rest N


    are.


    With that, Kingsley asked with interest, "I know Alice has be a doctor, but what is everyone


    else doing?"


    "Serena... I guess you can say she provides service for special clients. Victoria''s managing a tea


    house. Well... let''s just call it that. Yulia''s the least troubling one among them. She''s a big-time


    model now. Jessica wille back every Christmas, but no one knows what she does or where she


    is. As for Courtney, she''s studying at a college in a nearby city. Then again, because of her two-


    hundred-plus IQ, she behaves a little weirdly..."


    "Why does it sound like none of their jobs are average..." Kingsley''s cheek twitched upon hearing


    Keene talk about his six other sisters'' recent situation. "Servicing special clients, managing a ''tea


    house'', no one knows where she is, behaves a little weirdly... What is all this?"


    Though he knew his sisters were no in Jane, never had he imagined they still went on such


    unorthodox paths...


    "Let them exin it to you themselves." Keene smiled mysteriously. "Who knows? There might be a


    pleasant surprise?"


    "Yeah, well, I''ll find out sooner orter." Kingsley sighed and tucked away his smile. "Now, let''s talk


    about you."


    "Me? What about me?" Keene smiled awkwardly and tucked an errant lock of hair to the back of her


    ear, facing Kingsley''s stern look. "You''ve seen it for yourself. I''m now the president of a department


    store. Things can''t get any more glorious for me." He had wanted to ask her about the sanction by


    the Rosnd Chamber of Commerce and if the Wynns were bullying her, but he swallowed his


    words when they were at the tip of his tongue.


    Knowing how assertive and aloof Reene was since she was a child, he surely wouldn''t be able to


    get anything from her if he asked directly.


    Thus, he grinned and went along with her. "You''ll have to support me when I run out of money then!"


    "Oh, you! Juste to me whenever you need money. I can afford to support you!" Reene smiled


    and seemed to have eased.


    "Reene, you''ve gotten a lot sexier since Ist saw you ten years ago." Kingsley changed the


    subject, taking a sip of water while checking out Reene''s beautiful evening dress. "But isn''t it a little


    too much for you to always dress in something so fancy?"


    "Shoot!" Reene eximed upon hearing his words. "I was so excited to see you again that I''ve


    forgotten something important!"