Chapter 849:
âYou donât even know who I am, and youâre checking my invitation?â
Ronan Valdez stood there, a woman on each arm, both barely dressed. He sported a cigar, exuding a brash arrogance.
âSorry, Mr. Valdez.â A waiter, dressed in a sleek black shirt, kept his tone cool but respectful. âYour invitation is valid for two guests only.â
Ronan bit down on his cigar in annoyance.
âCanât you count? Iâve got just two here with me!â
The waiterâs brow creased. âBut the system shows the invitation belongs to your wife, Mrs. Thalia Valdez, who boarded two hours ago.â
Allison, not one to dilly-dally, stepped up and cut in. âExcuse me, could you get a message to Kylo for me? Tell him Ms. Clarke would like a word.â
The waiter replied with a frosty note. âSorry, we canât arrange that. Do you have an appointment?â
As Allison finished, Ronan slid over with a greasy grin. âHello, miss. Ronan here, General Manager of the Global Group.â
He straightened his suit in a mock-gentlemanly gesture and made her an offer. âWhy not join me on the cruise?â
Allison chuckled at his proposal.
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âMr. Valdez, seems like youâre a bit mixed up.â She nodded towards the two fuming women trailing him. âYou canât even sort out entry for these two, and you want to add me to your troubles?â
Ronan, unfazed, leaned in with a sleazy assurance.
âAn invite to the Galaxy is gold dust. Right now, I canât help you, but once my wife clears out, thereâll be space.â He winked, making no bones about his shady plans.
âMs. Clarke, right? A beauty like you shouldnât waste time chasing after some old timer like Kylo. Why not stick with me?â
Allisonâs reply was icy. âYou might want to take this chance to walk away.â
She was quickly losing her patience.
Yet Ronan, blind to the brewing storm, jeered at her.
âWatch your step, lady. Youâre just a gal without a ticket. Youâre in no position to throw your weight around here!â
Allisonâs smile was frosty, cutting like glass. âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but isnât Thalia the boss of Global Group? That makes her the rightful owner of the invite, and you? Well, youâre just the guy she keeps around. Who gave you the right to act arrogant and look down on others? You canât hold a candle to Kylo at all.â
Ronanâs face flared up, a deep shade of red.
âYouâve got some nerve, spouting that kind of trash!â He had indeed been mooching off his wife, but no one had ever dared to call him out so bluntly.
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