"A delivery?"
Everyone at the table froze. They had seen the nametag and the badge with the brand monogram
pinned to Frank's shirt. He was the manager of Gustav Atelier!
They gasped and exclaimed, "Wait, isn't Gustav Atelier one of the top designer brands in the world? All
their clothes come with five-figure price tags!"
In the midst of their astonishment, Frank merely waved his hand to beckon the assistants, saying,
"Bring the goods in."
The three assistants immediately brought the ornate boxes forward and rested them carefully on the
long banquet table. They carried ten each, which meant there were thirty of these boxes altogether.
"I-Is this..." Emory gaped at the boxes with wide eyes, then said in disbelief, "This is the most popular
design in one of Gustav's seasonal collections! It retails for eighty-eight thousand!"
"Holy crap!"
"Are you serious? Then all these together cost more than an arm and a leg!"
Eighty-eight thousand did not mean much to the guests at the table, but what astonished them the
most was that someone had ordered thirty of these belts. They were staring at the boxes hungrily, and
one of them turned to ask Frank, "A-Are these all for us?"
"Yes," Frank began. "The gentleman over there—"
However, he was cut off mid-sentence by Emory, who stood up excitedly as he said to Nancy, "Wow,
Mr. Jovovich was already generous enough to have offered to buy us a meal, but to splurge on these
lucrative gifts for us? Nancy, he's way too gracious!"
Enlightenment descended upon the room at that moment as everyone leaped to compliment and thank
Nancy.
"I guess bigshots like Mr. Jovovich are just different, huh? He really does not hold back."
"Thanks for the gift, Nancy! I could never bring myself to splurge like this. This sure is a special way to
commemorate a reunion, am I right?"
Nancy was bewildered by everyone's praises and gratitude. Tyler never mentioned any of this to me,
she thought in a daze, but when she saw how impressed her friends were, she felt certain that Tyler
was the only person who had the money to pull this gesture off.
As such, she giggled and said indulgently, "What can I say? Tyler loves me so much that he's always
coming up with ways to make me happy." She raised a brow as she glanced over at Serena and
Kingsley, then drawled haughtily, "I bet the both of you have never dreamed about owning something
as luxurious as this. You can each take a belt home. Think of it as charity on my part."
Paige interjected angirly before Kingsley could even say anything, "He doesn't need your charity, you
filthy hag. I'll get one for him as a gift!"
"Hah! So at the end of the day, the only way for him to own a designer belt is through a woman's
altruism." Emory was so jealous that the only way he could feel better was to put Kingsley down, and
he went on to tease viciously, "If you're so great, why don't you make your own money and buy it for
yourself?"
Frank heard this and pointed out incredulously, "What are you talking about? Mr. Nicholson was the
one who bought these belts in the first place!"
Everyone gaped at him as the news sunk in. They exchanged questioning looks and asked among
themselves, "Who's Mr, Nicholson? Do we know anyone with that name?"
In the midst of the confusion, Kingsley put his hand up and addressed Frank, "Thank you for coming all
this way to deliver the belts, Mr. Lowell."
Bowing his head respectfully, Frank replied, "It's no trouble at all, Mr. Nicholson. We hope to serve you
again." With that, he backed out of the private dining room and closed the door.
For a while, a deathly silence filled the air, and everyone was staring at Kingsley with such utter shock
that it was a wonder their eyes did not bug out of their heads.
They could not believe that he was the one who had bought these expensive belts.
Some of them were so astonished that their jaws dropped, and it was as if they could not wrap their
heads around this plot twist.
No one said a word at first, then Nancy snapped out of her reverie and cried belligerently, "No! That's
impossible! There's no way a bumpkin like him could afford these!"
She had taken all the credit earlier, and it was too late for her to get off her high horse now. Even
though Frank had clearly said that Kingsley was the one who bought the belts, she refused to believe
that that was the truth.
"Nancy's right. Where would an orphan get the money to buy all these anyway? These belts cost over
two million altogether!" Emory seethed with rage. "I bet he hired that man earlier as part of his act.
These belts must be counterfeits!"
The crowd nodded when they heard this. They were more than willing to accept the probability that this
was the truth.
The only person who remained wordless was Noah, who knew for a fact that Frank was the manager of
Gustav Atelier, and that there was no way these belts could be counterfeits.
On the other end of the table, all the color drained from Serena's face as she began to look distinctly
uneasy. She recalled Kingsley telling her that these belts were high-quality counterfeits, and if her old
friends were to figure this out, then she could never show her face in front of them ever again!
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