"The hotel is yours..."

"When you walked in, you pushed him out of the way. You didn't think I actually forgot about that, did you?"

Alves carried on. And immediately, the two men spun around. This time, it wasn't only Simeon that was enraged, Michael too was making little to no effort hiding his rage. He didn't seem to care anymore. He didn't look like he had the luxury of time to hold his rage in.

"At least if you have no idea what manners are. If you have lived all your lives mistaking cowardice for manners, it is about time your learnt something new. Purge yourself of the weird approaches."

Alves took a pause. He knew that he didn't have the time for things like this. There were a couple things on his list, very important things for that matter. And none of these things included having a fight with the sons of Madam Casper.

But perhaps because of the ugly memories he had shared with them, and the haughtiness which further glorified their personalities, he wouldn't mind letting his rage pace his Ken for
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