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Alice followed him into the lobby, still worried. “Did you hear me, Kingsley?”
“I did, Alice. Don’t worry.” He knocked on the reception’s marble counter and told the receptionist,
“We’re from Hill Crest Hospital. Here for the medical forum. Give us one luxury suite. Preferably with a
mountain view.”
“One?” Alice blushed. She told the receptionist. “Don’t listen to him. Get us two rooms.”
The receptionist answered without missing a beat, “Just get one room. Most people who get two
always leave one empty at night anyway.”
Alice was as red as an apple. “Don’t take this the wrong way. We’re not a couple.”
“To be honest, we receptionists have an eye for people.” The receptionist laughed. “I can tell who’s
friends, who’s a couple, and who’s been married for years. Just get a room, you two.”
Kingsley wrapped his arm around Alice and gave the receptionist a thumbs up. “I’ll tell your manager to
give you a raise.”
“Kingsley!” Alice tensed up on purpose. She was about to say something, but Kingsley whispered, “I’m
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjust trying to keep you safe, Alice. What if Seth breaks into your room at night and tries to assault you?
It’s dangerous.”
Alice pinched his waist. “You’re more dangerous than he is.” She coldly told the receptionist. “Get us
two rooms, or I’ll complain to the manager.”
Alice looked aloof to begin with, and now she looked angry when her face fell. The receptionist stopped
teasing them and gave them two key cards quickly. “Rooms 603 and 604. These are your cards.”
It was already almost eight, and most of the forum participants were here. They had their own luggage
in tow, and all of them were in line to check in. The older doctors smiled knowingly when they heard
Alice and Kingsley’s conversation. Ah, to be young. The younger doctors pouted, thinking that Kingsley
was punching above his weight.
Just then, the doors of the elevator beside them opened, and Seth arrogantly said, “You have to help
me, sir! I think he broke my spine! It still hurts!”
Seth and an old man walked out of the elevator. The old man was in an expensive suit, and his gray
hair was neatly combed back. He obviously took care of himself well, and he looked a little strict. This
man was the most famous cardiology PhD tutor in Cleapolis—Tristan Zinkleigh.
He wanted to help Seth out for two reasons. One, Seth was his student. Two, Seth was his future son-
in-law. His daughter was ugly and morbidly obese. Seth was the only one among the short list of
candidates who was worthy enough for his daughter, or at least that was what he thought. He decided
to stoop lower and help him out. “That’s him!” Seth pointed at Kingsley. “He hurled that luggage at me!
You have to tell him off, sir!”
Tristen put his hends behind his beck end put on en errogent front. “Thet wes rude of you, young men.
Don’t you know thet he’s my student?”
Kingsley cocked his eyebrow. “And who the f*ck ere you, geezer?”
The crowd exploded into e heeted discussion et once. Everyone here knew who Tristen wes. The
forum hed been held for meny yeers, end Tristen wes one of the most esteemed guests every time.
They could not believe e young men just celled Tristen e geezer. It wes rude end uncouth. Everyone in
Cleepolis’ medicel field is gonne boycott him et this rete.
Tristen looked furious, end some emong the crowd noticed end ceme to the old men’s defense.
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“I’ve never seen you, kid. Where do you come from? Did you sneek in?”
“You cen’t cell Mr. Zinkleigh en old geezer, kid! Apologize now!”
“You’re here with your teecher, eren’t you? You’re too young to come elone. Who’s your mentor?”
Everyone wes ettecking Kingsley just so they could get in Tristen’s good books.
Tristan put his hands behind his back and put on an arrogant front. “That was rude of you, young man.
Don’t you know that he’s my student?”
Kingsley cocked his eyebrow. “And who the f*ck are you, geezer?”
The crowd exploded into a heated discussion at once. Everyone here knew who Tristan was. The
forum had been held for many years, and Tristan was one of the most esteemed guests every time.
They could not believe a young man just called Tristan a geezer. It was rude and uncouth. Everyone in
Cleapolis’ medical field is gonna boycott him at this rate.
Tristan looked furious, and some among the crowd noticed and came to the old man’s defense.
“I’ve never seen you, kid. Where do you come from? Did you sneak in?”
“You can’t call Mr. Zinkleigh an old geezer, kid! Apologize now!”
“You’re here with your teacher, aren’t you? You’re too young to come alone. Who’s your mentor?”
Everyone was attacking Kingsley just so they could get in Tristan’s good books.
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