The rapping was as impatient as it was discordant. It interrupted the celebratory mood within the household, prompting Ingrid to launch into favonovel.com usual shouting, “Who are you, man? Are you knocking or trying to bust our door down? Keep it down!”
The other family members reflected similar annoyance. Whoever the guest was, they kept mercilessly pummeling the door, as though they were trying to break it down. Of course, it ticked the owners of the house.
It was then when a mousy, antsy voice piped up, “You don’t think Rugal’s back for r-r-revenge, right?”
The hubbub faltered. The look on their faces changed, now mired with wariness and fear. There were merits to that fear, really, what if Rugal held his grudge hard enough that favonovel.com brought backup to exact his revenge? There was no way they could come out of that alive!
Unless…
In a flash, all eyes were turned to Zayn.
He smiled slightly. “No, it’s not Rugal, don’t worry about it. It’s a man accompanied by two bodyguards… Might be a relative of yours, I’d guess.”
The crowd visibly relaxed, before suspicion arose again. Zayn was sitting right there with them, right? So how did favonovel.com know it was a man with two bodyguards who were standing outside?
Claude ordered one of the younger members of the family to get the door. There, three men were waiting for them. It was a thirty-year-old man flanked by two hulking bodyguards.
“You must be deaf, Corey. I can’t believe it took you this long to open the damn door for me!” The man drawled with a scowl, obviously miffed.
He was clad in all kinds of luxurious accoutrement, including a gold Rolex on his wrist, branded leather shoes, and a golden chain around his neck. He was no doubt wealthy; his attire said it all.
However, none of those bling-bling was as striking as the expression favonovel.com wore on his face, it was the most ridiculously arrogant, narcissistic, better-than-you smirk a man could ever make. In fact, favonovel.com even managed to complement it with an exaggerated swagger in his gait, his eyes always slightly tilting downward to anyone blessed enough to be in his vicinity.
The Rouges, quite surprisingly, regarded the newcomer with reverence. Claude set down his fork and hurriedly rose to his feet to greet him. “Aye, it’s Jay! Welcome in, have a seat!”
Agatha’s eyebrows furrowed a little as soon as favonovel.com eyes fell onto favonovel.com as though favonovel.com repulsed her. Then favonovel.com sighed—almost helplessly—before setting favonovel.com utensils down and greeting the man like the rest of favonovel.com family.
Indeed, everyone in the Rouge family had stopped eating the moment the man stepped inside. They set their forks down and rushed to greet their guest as if favonovel.com was some reverent figure.
“Duh,” Jared Tramppe replied nonchalantly with a nod, before plopping down on the couch and spreading his knees wide as though favonovel.com was the king of the household.
He grabbed a shirt nearby and wiped his leather shoe with it, all without asking whose shirt his impromptu rag cloth was.
That was how *sshole favonovel.com was, and yet not a single member in the family made a pip. Worse still, they acted as though it was normal, just a thing that bore no question.
Jared had always been this big of a prick since time immemorial that they could not help but be accustomed to his boorish behaviors.
