CHAPTER 18

"Someone come here immediately!" Mr. Vegas barked, his voice brimming with a sense of urgency.

In an instant, the security personnel stationed throughout the grand lobby came rushing to his side, their expressions tense and alert, awaiting his orders.

Grandfather Wilson, his weathered features etched with bewilderment, swept his gaze over the approaching men.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice carrying a hint of defiance.

Mr. Vegas, his posture exuding an air of unwavering authority, leveled a cold, calculating gaze upon the Wilson patriarch.

"Escort these... insignificant people out of the Celestial Resort immediately," he commanded, his words laced with a barely concealed disdain.

At his order, the security men began to close in on the Wilson family, their movements fluid and efficient, intent on carrying out the directive.

But before they could lay a hand on the family, Ivan stepped forward, his expression a mix of alarm and resolve.

"Wait!" he cried, rais