Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1772

“You should be thanking Charles, Lacey,” Josephine reprimanded her. “The Grand Royal Hotel is a six-star luxury hotel. Its presidential suite costs at least a hundred thousand per night. Did you hear that? A hundred thousand! It must be more than the amount your husband makes in an entire year. He'd never be able to afford it himself.”

Stuck in a dilemma, Lacey glanced at Zeke. “What do you think, Zeke?”

Zeke answered without hesitation, “Well, I suppose there's no better way of showing our respect other than to accept the kind offer, is there?”

“Wonderful!” Charles smiled. “I love dealing with frank and straightforward folks like you. Now, let me arrange for a chauffeur to send you there.”

A murderous glint flashed in Charles' eyes.

If everything goes as planned, Zeke will be dead before the night ends, and then his wife will naturally belong to me. What a way to kill two birds with one stone!

On their way to the hotel, Zeke's brows remained furrowed as he brooded over Big Back.

Years ago, he had sent Big Back here to investigate the corrupt officials.

However, ten years since the mission had begun, Big Back was now rosy-cheeked and pot-bellied, evidently the result of years of heavy drinking and eating.

In fact, every inch of that man's being screamed “corruption.”

He couldn't have joined the gang for real, could he?

If that were true, then Zeke would have no choice but to annihilate Big Back.

To him, it was the cruelest act on Earth, one which he hoped he would never have to engage in.

Beside him, Lacey, who had no knowledge of what was going through his mind, assumed he was simply jealous and upset over what just happened.

“Tsk! Who would have thought that the high and mighty Great Marshal is such a jealous man after all?” she teased.

Zeke almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of the statement and gave her a forehead flick. “What nonsense are you going on about?”

“Ouch! That hurt!” Lacey exclaimed, her eyes watering with pain.

The gloominess that had filled Zeke's heart earlier instantly faded away when he saw her adorable expression.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Here, I'll let you flick my forehead as revenge.”

Without a second thought, Lacey stretched out her hand and gave him a flick in the middle of his forehead, too.

“Ouch! My finger!” she shrieked in pain instead.

Soon, they arrived at the presidential suite of the Grand Royal Hotel.

Even Lacey could not help but marvel at the extravagance and magnificence of the six-star luxury hotel.

Despite being a billionaire who mingled among members of the upper-class society all the time, she had to admit that she had never seen a fancier venue in her life, even in Atheville.

Missy, on the other hand, could not be less interested in the lavishness of the building.

More than anything else, she was completely drained after an entire day of jumping and running about.

Thus, after eating a few mouthfuls of the gourmet sent over by the hotel management, she then went to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Lacey spent little time washing up as well.

Once she was done, she turned to Zeke. “Let's go to bed, Zeke. It's getting late. Don't you have some matters to deal with in the morning? You should get a good rest tonight, then I'm sure everything will go smoothly tomorrow.”

Zeke nodded. “All right, Lacey. You go on to bed first. I'll join you after having a smoke outside.”

“Okay.” Lacey could sense that something was bothering him but made no remark.

Zeke left the room and lit a cigarette, going straight up to the rooftop.

Casting his glance into the distance, he could easily see the venue of the prayer ceremony and the entire Throne Lake.

The crowd at the ceremony had not yet dispersed, and he could detect the unmistakable presence of about one thousand men whom he was familiar with lurking amidst the crowd.

They were without doubt men of the North who had been trained by Big Back and the other spies he had sent here.

Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he commanded, “Come on out!”

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ten dark figures instantly emerged from the still darkness that was surrounding him and kneeled before him.

“We respectfully greet the Great Marshal!”

They were careful to keep their voices low so as not to alert others and expose Zeke's identity.

Zeke remained standing with his back toward them. “Do you still remember what I taught you?”