DreameNovelChapter 1567
Edmund was furious. He never expected to be insulted like this, certainly not by the likes of these security
guards. He didn't know that the guards had always been sycophants, which was why they had toadied him while
he was still in the good graces of the Albright Family. Now that he had fallen from grace, these guards did not
hesitate to pick on him, adding insult to his injury.
But as things were, Edmund knew better than to get into the fight with these folks. He had neither fortune nor
power to his nnow, and he probably wouldn't survive an actual brawl with the guards.
As such, he swallowed his pride and fury, then mumbled apologetically, "I'm sorry if what | said rubbed you guys
the wrong way. | didn't mean to offend you, and | don't think I'm better than you either. | chere tonight
because | needed to go into the club and settle some... business. | can always park my car elsewhere if you're all
too busy keeping watch at the entrance. How about that?"
He had never been so humiliated in his life.
Upon hearing this, the men in black guffawed, and their leader snorted as he said, "Oh, con, what's with the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtformalities, Edmund? Hey, boys, did you hear that? Edmund just apologized to us! What do you say if we let him
off this time, huh?"
The rest of the guards echoed their jesting agreement.
Satisfied, the leading man in black took Edmund's car keys and tossed them to another young man standing at
the side, then chuckled at Edmund as he said, "You're a guest here, Edmund. We'll have your car parked in a
neat little spot somewhere, but do you think you could tip us first? You know how rough things are for us out
here."
This was the first tEdmund had cacross tipping before the valet actually parked the car. More often than
not, those who asked for valet service would tip only after their cars had been retrieved. They're looking down
their noses at me! But as outraged as he was, he could not argue with these men, not if he wanted to avoid
getting beaten up.
He mutely pulled out a couple of bills and handed them to the guard, then bit out, "Will that be enough?"
The guard laughed heartily. "How generous of you, Edmund! Con, get yourself into the club. Have a great
night!"
Edmund gritted his teeth and made his way toward the main entrance of the Dynasty, fixing his gaze on the
ground as he walked.
Outside, the security guards burst out into raucous laughter. One of them approached the leader and asked in a
low voice, "Say, chief, why did you ask for a tip before you let him through? You worried he hasn't got enough
cash on him or something?"
The leader shot his peer a withering look. "Use your head, kid. Don't you know why Edmund chere in the
first place?"
The other guards shook their heads
blankly.
Seeing this, the leader rolled his eyes and barked, "For crying out loud, you guys don't have a single brain cell
among you! Didn't you realize how Edmund's been cooped up at hsince the incident with the Albright
Family? This is the first the's cout in weeks, and the first place he goes to is the Dynasty. Need any
more clues, fellas?" Upon seeing the bewildered looks on the other guards’ faces, he sighed and explained with
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmforced patience, "Fine, I'll tell you. Julian Huntington, the heir to the Huntingtons' nand fortune, is here at
the club tonight with none other than Odette. What do you make of that, boys?"
All the guards did a double take and exchanged incredulous looks. One of them gasped, "You mean Odette
Sinclair, the heiress?"
"But she's the young lady of the Sinclair Family!"
"Why is she hanging around Julian all of a sudden?"
The leader scoffed. "We don't concern ourselves with rich-people problems. All you boys need to know is that
Odette used to be Edmund's girlfriend; they were even engaged at one point." Enlightened, the men started
laughing. "So, Odette tossed Edmund aside and went for Julian, huh?"
"Hah! And now, Edmund's cto demand justice and to pick a fight with the man who stole his girl?" another
guard jested.
The leader chuckled. "Why else would he chere? | only asked him for a tip because if he were to pick a fight
and die here tonight, who's gonna pay us for parking his crap car?"
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