Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 695

Zeke held Lacey’s hand with a smile.

“Lacey, let’s go in.”

“Huh? Okay.” His words pulled Lacey back to reality.

When Zeke was at the entrance, he turned to smirk at Franklin.

“Franklin, I told you not to make and sell fake tickets at a high price. You refused to listen to me. You reap what you sow.”

Upon listening to his words, the two staff members aside fumed.

“What? You’re making and selling fake tickets?”

“No wonder! I was wondering why so many people were trying to enter with fake tickets today. You’re the one behind this!”

“Men, get him!”

The few members of the Martial Arts Association rushed forward and restrained Franklin.

Franklin was at his wits’ end. I’m innocent!

My tickets were given to me by the vice-president. How could they be fake?

I’m not making fake tickets either!

Williams, you f*cking set me up!

Even after entering the VIP section, Lacey was still in a daze.

She felt as if she was dreaming.

Franklin was a member of the Martial Arts Association, but he got two fake tickets.

On the other hand, Zeke, who was unrelated to the Martial Arts Association, had two real tickets.

Moreover, she had realized that their tickets were more elegant-looking than the others.

She had also noticed the respectful attitude the staff had for them earlier.

So, she was sure that these two tickets were at least a grade higher than the normal tickets.

Most likely, Zeke knew someone from Martial Arts Association and that someone held a relatively high position in the organization.

At the very least, it was higher than Franklin’s.

She carefully asked, “Zeke, tell me the truth. Where did you get these two tickets?”

Zeke smiled slyly.

“You’ll see in a moment.”

“Hmph! You’re pretending to be mysterious.” Lacey huffed in a high-pitch voice, but it was melodious to Zeke’s ears.

It took a while for them to find their seats, which were far toward the front. On the way, Lacey realized something.

The closer the seats were to the battle, the more important the guests were.

They were about to reach the end of the aisle, but the inspector leading them seemed to have no intentions of stopping.

A bold idea slipped into her mind.

Our seats can’t possibly be in the first row, right?

That can’t be right. Even the top billionaire of Oakheart City, Evan, is in the fourth row.

In the end, as Lacey stared with disbelieving eyes, the inspector brought them to the first row.

In the end, as Lacey stared with disbelieving eyes, the inspector brought them to the first row.

“Sir, Ma’am, please sit. Feel free to look for us any time if you need anything.”

The other guests were looking at them with admiration on their faces.

They have to be influential and powerful to be able to sit in the first row!

Money alone can’t buy those seats; you have to be powerful as well!

The prominent figure of Rivermouth’s underworld forces, Hades, was also seated in the first row.

When he saw Zeke and Lacey, he stood up and greeted, “Ms. Hinton, it’s my pleasure to meet you. You look much prettier than the rumors say.”

“Huh? Thank you, Mr. Hades. Y-You’re too kind,” Lacey mumbled, feeling excited.

Hades!

The legend of Rivermouth.

When Lacey was a young child, she had already known about Hades.

In the past, she could not even be Hades’ subordinate; now, she was in equal standing as him.

I’m dreaming! I must be dreaming!

Hades politely murmured, “Ms. Hinton, Mr. Williams, please take a seat.”

“Oh, Mr. Hades, please take a seat first.” Lacey was stunned.


In the end, os Locey stored with disbelieving eyes, the inspector brought them to the first row.

“Sir, Mo’om, pleose sit. Feel free to look for us ony time if you need onything.”

The other guests were looking ot them with odmirotion on their foces.

They hove to be influentiol ond powerful to be oble to sit in the first row!

Money olone con’t buy those seots; you hove to be powerful os well!

The prominent figure of Rivermouth’s underworld forces, Hodes, wos olso seoted in the first row.

When he sow Zeke ond Locey, he stood up ond greeted, “Ms. Hinton, it’s my pleosure to meet you. You look much prettier thon the rumors soy.”

“Huh? Thonk you, Mr. Hodes. Y-You’re too kind,” Locey mumbled, feeling excited.

Hodes!

The legend of Rivermouth.

When Locey wos o young child, she hod olreody known obout Hodes.

In the post, she could not even be Hodes’ subordinote; now, she wos in equol stonding os him.

I’m dreoming! I must be dreoming!

Hodes politely murmured, “Ms. Hinton, Mr. Willioms, pleose toke o seot.”

“Oh, Mr. Hodes, pleose toke o seot first.” Locey wos stunned.