Fences and gates aside, no one would really wear costumes of hundreds of years old on their bodies.
Nicole responded casually and said nothing further.
She could tell that it was all genuine when she first came.
Nicole handed the card over at the gate, and a guard scanned it with something before giving Nicole a
salute.
“Beautiful young lady, I’ve been expecting you.” Nicole nodded gently, signaling Zeke to hurry up as well.
Zeke handed the card over as she did.
The guard checked his card and smirked when he saw the boy was only at his chest height.
“Poor dwarf, go and protect your distinguished princess.” Zeke glowered at him, but when the guard
looked back at him with the muscular chest muscles under the knight’s suit, he cringed.
He followed Nicole into the castle in frustration.
When Zeke entered the hall, he carelessly and accidentally bumped into something.
“I’m sorry,” he lifelessly apologized and continued to follow Nicole to move forward. Before he could
make a couple of steps, someone shouted from behind him.
“Stop!” It was spoken in his language.
Zeke looked back with surprise and saw a woman in a red evening dress standing there, looking at him
with undisguised disgust. It was the man beside the woman who shouted at Zeke.
The man’s fingers cocked in a gesture, with the middle finger pressing against the thumb, and he had
small eyes painted with thick eyeliner, also looking at Zeke with undisguised disdain. When the clueless
Zeke looked over, the man scoffed at him, turned to look at the woman in red, and said, “I hate stalkers
the most.
But I didn’t expect that he could break into the Assoria Castle.
So horrible!” The woman nodded.
She was beautiful, her long, wavy, dyed hair adding more charm to her beauty.
But the way she looked at Zeke was icy as if she wanted to pierce through him.
“It’s annoying indeed.” Following the woman’s response, the man became even more hostile toward
Zeke.
“Hey, kid.
What have you taken from us? Stop pretending; we’ve encountered this kind of thing many times.
Pretending to touch it and then stealing Chloe’s belongings is disgusting.” This charming man was Luka
Antolovic the agent of Chloe.
He habitually turned facts on their heads in the entertainment industry and smeared other actresses who
compete with Chloe for resources.
Many female artists had been bad-mouthed on and offline.
They had been forced to quit because of that. Luka had accompanied Chloe to countless events, big and
small.
Chloe might not be a big name, but she had backings and resources, and Luka was conceited and had
never been named and shamed. Just like now, when he saw how Zeke dressed and was childish, he
immediately formed a preconceived notion that Zeke was a stalker who just wanted to take advantage of
Chloe and get some benefits for himself.
As for how Zeke got into this hotel that required aristocratic real – name authentication, it was not on his
radar. Zeke was a little overwhelmed , but he quickly calmed down.
“You may be mistaken.
I didn’t steal anything but just accidentally bumped into this young lady.” Luka rolled his eyes and looked
at Zeke with disdain.
“No thief would admit to stealing.
If you don’t hand over the stolen goods, I will call the police to conduct a body search on you.”
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