Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 791

The guard sneered, “You’re the bride’s parents, and that’s exactly why we won’t allow you to enter.”

“Why?” The two questioned.

The guard answered, “Who do you think the groom is? He’s the son of the Moore family. They’re a wealthy family. All the guests today are important figures. If the guests were to find out that the groom’s wide was from a poor family and that her parents were recyclables collectors, Mr. Moore will be embarrassed. He’ll be laughed at! Even if you’re not doing this for Mr. Moore, think about your daughter. The two of you will do nothing but embarrass the bride and groom if you enter.”

“But...” The two were reluctant to admit defeat.

“This is Mr. Moore’s order!” The guard was impatient now. “Get lost before I really hit you.”

With tears streaming down their cheeks, the old married couple sighed before turning to leave.

What?

Both Zeke and Sole Wolf were stunned upon hearing the conversation.

The couple in front of them was Hunting Wolf and Sage’s parents.

On the day of their daughter’s wedding, fearing that his parents-in-law would embarrass him, the groom had refused to let them two enter.

This is preposterous!

This is absurd!

It’s the joke of the century!

“Zeke, I’m itching to kill someone right now,” Sole Wolf gritted out.

“Restrain yourself a little more.” Zeke was also doing his best in calming himself down.

“Observe well how badly they’ve been treated. That way, you’ll know what to do when you take your revenge. We have to give them a taste of their own medicine. We can’t spill a single drop.”

“Observe well how badly they’ve been treated. That way, you’ll know what to do when you take your revenge. We have to give them a taste of their own medicine. We can’t spill a single drop.”

F*ck!

Sole Wolf clenched his teeth and forced his hands to stay by his side.

Just then, a server walked over.

She had a trash can in one hand and two biscuits in the other.

“Hey, are you going to eat your daughter’s wedding biscuits?” She asked.

The tradition in Octagon Row was that the bride had to bake wedding biscuits for her family. The myth was that she would only have a good married life if her family ate the biscuits.

If they did not, she would not have a good life.

The two nodded quickly. “Of course we will.”

As the server handed them the biscuits, she ‘accidentally’ dropped them into the trash can, causing the biscuits to be soaked in the murky water.

With a smile, the server took out the biscuits and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I dropped it into the bin. Are you still going to eat it? If not, I’ll throw them away.”

“You-” The two were speechless at the humiliating question.

Even a fool would realize that the server had intentionally thrown them into the bin.

The server questioned, “What? Are you going to eat them? If you don’t, the bride’s going to have a terrible married life.”



For their daughter’s sake, the couple gritted their teeth and took the biscuits.

Just as they were about to bite into it, Zeke, unable to hold himself back any longer, ran forward and stopped them.

“Sir, Ma’am, you can’t eat these. They’ve been dropped into the bin.”

The two gratefully looked at Zeke, “Young man, thank you for your kind actions. We’re only going to take a bite so our daughter will have a good life. We won’t finish it.”

“No.” Zeke forcefully took away the biscuits and threw them aside.

“If you’re going to eat the biscuits, we’re going in to eat them.”

The server raged, “Ba****d! Who in the hell are you? Why are you poking your nose in someone else’s business? Get lost!”

Zeke shot a deadly glare at her.

A shiver instantly ran down her spine, and she took a few steps back.

“Is this how you treat the bride’s parents? You might as well shut down your hotel.”

The server scoffed, “Which rock do you live under? This hotel is under the Moore family, one of the four most powerful families of Atheville. Do you think a civilian like you have any control over how the hotel runs? What a joke!”

The guard stomped over as he slapped his baton on his hand noisily. ”F*****g scram! If you don’t, I’m going to kill you right here-”