The Established Siblings of the Pack

It was then that Kingsley snapped out of his hatred and rubbed his face as he felt grateful that he

managed to keep himself from being consumed by hatred and vengeance. After all, he wiped out the

Summers Family because he had always thought that Randy was the only person responsible for his

parents’ death, only to learn that the matter was not as simple as it appeared. Knowing Randy was

merely just a pawn for someone else bitter, he believed the murderer—as well as the actual

mastermind—was still at large out there.

I must execute my plan secretly without alerting the murderer and his accomplice. When I find out who

they are, I’m going to make them pay! An eye for an eye! At the thought of that, Kingsley took a deep

breath and answered the call. “Hello, Reene.”

“Kingsley, didn’t you say you wanted to buy a car the last time?” Reene gently added, “I talked to

Cecilia about this earlier. She said she’ll be free later in the afternoon.”

When Kingsley heard Reene’s voice, his mood was lifted. “Sure, I’ll see you all today.” I need to do

something else to take my mind off my rage and grief. Therefore, he hit the road and made his way to

Vertex Automotive Mall as instructed by his older sister in the text message.

In fact, the place where he was going was the best and biggest car-selling mall in Cleapolis, with an

area as big as 300 thousand square meters. Upon arrival in the car park, he immediately noticed a red

Ferrari right next to his car and Cecilia, who was taking a selfie in it.

Deep down, he couldn’t deny the fact that Cecilia was the prettiest lady he had ever met, believing her

title as one of the five beauties of Cleapolis was well deserved. In the meantime, Cecilia was seen in a

casual outfit with a white t-shirt that barely covered her curvaceous behind as she bared her long legs

completely. Since she drove there, she didn’t wear her high heels. Instead, she wore a pair of white

sneakers, which made her look like an innocent teenage girl.

Soon, Kingsley walked up to Cecilia and greeted her with a smile. “Long time no see, Miss Larson.”

When Cecilia heard the man’s voice, she quickly put away her phone and waved at him. “Oh, hi. I’ve

been waiting for you for like forever.” It was only when she moved that Kingsley realized she only wore

a pair of shorts below her loose white t-shirt.

Cecilia reacted with a smile on her face. “I’m your sister’s bestie, so don’t call me Miss Larson. Cecilia

will do.”

“Sure, Cecilia.” Kingsley changed the way he addressed Cecilia, thinking he shouldn’t turn a beauty

down.

“Well then, c-can I also call you Kingsley like Reene does?” Cecilia appeared to blush in her cheeks.

“Of course, you can.”

“Okay, Kingsley. So, what kind of car are you planning to buy?”

“I haven’t had an idea. Do you have any suggestions, Cecilia?” Kingsley was beginning to get

comfortable with the way he addressed Cecilia.

Cecilia glimpsed the Volkswagen Santana behind Kingsley and said, “You have a pretty unique taste. I

know Cadillac has a vintage-looking car that may just be up your alley. Perhaps we could take a look at

that later…”

“That’s not my taste…” Kingsley was helpless. “That car was given to me as a gift, but now I’m looking

for a modest-looking car.”

It was then that Cecilia realized she got the wrong idea. “But Volkswagen seems pretty nice to me.

Furthermore, your car is also one of the products of Volkswagen Group. Although it can be purchased

for 1.5 million, its modest-looking appearance looks very much like a Passat.”

“Okay.” Kingsley returned to his car and said, “Leave your car. We should probably get inside together

since my car is a Volkswagen. Who knows I can even trade this ride in and even get a discount worth a

few hundred?”

Cecilia was speechless upon hearing Kingsley’s words. After all, she couldn’t understand why Kingsley

wanted to trade in his old car for a new one since he could afford a diamond worth 50 million. Is this

dude rich or poor? I really can’t figure it out. Sitting in the front passenger seat, she carefully looked

around the car’s interior and said, “Your car was launched in the market back in 1993 for about two

hundred thousand, which was something not everyone could afford back in the old days.” Soon, she

added, “But now, I’m not even sure if you can sell this thing for 500 unless your buyer is a person who

fancies a collection of antiques.”

As soon as Cecilia and Kingsley arrived at the shop’s entrance, the duo stepped out of the car just

before they heard a surprised voice. “Oh, my god! If it isn’t Miss Larson herself.”

When Kingsley looked back, he saw a lady with heavy make-up in a formal suit. At the same time, he

noticed a Mercedes-Benz logo on her shirt, indicating that she was a salesperson from the shop that

was selling Mercedes-Benz next door.

“Nicole?” Cecilia knitted her eyebrows.

In fact, Nicole was Cecilia’s roommate when they were both studying at university. As a petty and

cynical person, Nicole got jealous of Cecilia’s good looks when they lived together back then. Thus,

she always tried to give Cecilia a hard time or quarreled with her over something trivial until she found

out about Cecilia’s wealthy family background and decided to ease up on her. Nevertheless, she

continued to express her bigotry toward Cecilia by speaking ill behind her back, spreading false rumors

about how she slept around with several rich men for money like she had seen it with her own eyes.

Because of those rumors, Cecilia suffered discrimination and negative judgment wherever she went

and eventually had to take a year’s break from school because of severe depression before resuming

her studies. Thus, when she met Nicole again, she couldn’t help but recall those painful memories, her

face turning as pale as a white sheet. The next second, she seized Kingsley’s hand and said, “Come

on, let’s go!” Deep down, she didn’t want to have anything to do with the likes of Nicole, fearing the

trouble and disaster that the spiteful woman would bring her. Please! Stop messing with me, Nicole.

Nevertheless, Nicole wasn’t about to let Cecilia walk away in peace as she stood in her way and

mocked her. “Weren’t you a rich little girl back then? What has become of you now?”