The Established Siblings of the Pack

Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Serena's jaw dropped. "Xanxus gave the casino to Kingsley? That's unbelievable!"

"Yeah. Kingsley is awesome." Paige placed the water bottle down. "Don't worry, Serena. Get some

sleep. We'll go to the casino together tomorrow. This time, we're getting rid of that old f*cker for good."

She frowned. "I just hope nothing bad happens."

The next morning at 8.30AM, Logan was still behind the hotel's reception and dozing off. He had

chatted with a girl late into the night, and he felt exhausted.

Someone tapped the table before him.

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"What the f*ck do you want?" He waved his hand impatiently, eyes closed. "We're only open at night."

"I'm not here for a room, you motherf*cker! I'm here to see someone!" the guy roared, and Logan's ears

buzzed.

"What the f*ck did you just—" Logan opened his eyes angrily and looked up, but then he blanched. His

blood ran cold, and he felt his hair stand on end. "F-Frederick? What brings you here?" he stammered.

"A-Are you here for Scarlett?"

The man before him was about six feet four and weighed two hundred pounds. He had a little

mustache growing above his lips, and the guy looked even more fearsome than Mickey was. This man

was none other than Xanxus' top lieutenant—Frederick. "I'm looking for a guy named Nicholson. Is he

in?"

Sweat poured from Logan's forehead like a waterfall. He was reminded of what he said to Kingsley the

night before. "If someone's here for you, they can f*ck off to your room themselves. I ain't serving

them!"

Kingsley smirked at him back then. "I'll keep that in mind. Try telling that to his face when he's here

tomorrow."

Logan thought he was going to have a heart attack. He shivered and stammered, "O-Oh, so you're

looking for him, Frederick."

Frederick shook his head. "No, I'm not the one looking for him. Mr. Norton is." He turned around and

opened the door solemnly. "Come in, Mr. Norton. The guy's in this hotel."

A man in a black coat slowly came in, and he was holding a string of beads in his hands.

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Logan fell from his chair and crawled out from the counter. "S-Sir! It's an honor to see you, sir!" Logan

couldn't believe that the King of South Nakson would come here himself. He prostrated himself and

kept his head low in fear.

"I'm here for Nicholson," Xanxus said slowly. There was this dark air about him, and it sent chills down

Logan's spine. It felt awful.

"Yes, of course. Right away, sir!" Logan quickly got back up and led the men upstairs.

Kingsley had his door opened. He was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, and he was smoking like

nobody's business. The moment Xanxus came in, he puffed a circle of smoke. "I thought you said they

can f*ck off to my room themselves. So why are you helping them now?"

Logan felt his blood run cold once again.

Frederick kicked him before he could say anything. "F*ck off! I'll deal with you later!" He then looked at

Kingsley darkly. "Mr. Norton is here, kid. Now, give us the letter of transfer!"