REBORN: MEET MY BROTHERS-Chapter 100: ENGAGEMENT PARTY

She became more confused when she held up a new phone. Was he losing his mind because he couldn’t call or text her? Was that the emergency?

Her chest warmed up at the thought. She only remembered she lost her phone yesterday when she was kidnapped now she was holding a new one.

Slowly, her face lit up with a beautiful smile and her chest warmed even more at Maximus’s thoughtfulness.

Ava didn’t know if it was sheer coincidence that her new phone rang immediately she turned it on. She was skeptical about picking up the call since it was the only number saved in the phone, but when she remembered who got the phone for her, she quickly accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"I was beginning to think you didn’t get my package. What do you think about my gift? Do you like it or would you prefer another brand?"

Ava couldn’t contain her smile. "It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you for the gift, Maximus."

"There’s no need to thank me, little one. That gift is my emergency siren for help. You just saved one of the largest groups in all of Lebron city’s CEO from losing his mind."

Ava laughed, but swallowed her laughter when Gaulin hurriedly walked into the living room. "Fiddlestick!" He yelled for the butler who immediately appeared. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Master Gaulin..."

"Get the car ready. I need to leave immediately."

Fiddlestick nodded curtly and immediately did as instructed.

When Gaulin’s eyes landed on Ava, he looked away nonchalantly and headed to his study.

Ava wondered the emergency and where her father was going with such urgency, but her attention returned to Maximus when she heard his question. "What’s with the noise over there?"

"Huh?" It took a few seconds before she collected her thoughts. "Oh... It’s just my father. He seems to be in a bit of hurry. I wonder why."

Inside his car, Maximus smiled. Wesley must’ve informed them of the new policy. It’s only a matter of time before they receive the biggest shock of their lives. No one has the right to bully his little wife.

"You shouldn’t concern yourself with that, little one. Instead, you should think of how to dress up before I get there. I want to take you somewhere."

"You’re coming over?!" Maximus’s silence gave Ava the answer she sought. She rose to her feet immediately. "Why the hell are you just informing me?!" She hurriedly walked up the stairs. "How do you expect me to look good in only a few minutes? Beauty takes time, you know..."

Maximus laughed outright to that. "You don’t need effort to look good. You look good even in sweatshirts."

Ava blushed at the compliment, but she still wasn’t pleased as she pushed the door to her room open. "Still... I can’t imagine the famous Maximus Quinn going out with a girl in sweatshirts. I’ll look retched beside you."

Maximus frowned at the tease, but he let it go. His little wife just didn’t know how beautiful she was but he was going to make her know in the long run.

"How close are you?"

"My chauffeur is driving into your estate."

Ava shrieked within, but a little sound escaped her mouth that made Maximus smile even more. "Were you never planning on telling me you were coming till you got here?"

"No."

Ava scoffed. His honesty irked her sometimes. "I’m hanging up. I don’t need a distraction while I wrack my brain for the perfect outfit." She hung up after that and started going through her closet.

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Matilda and Sasha sat unbothered inside the room as they waited patiently for Gaulin to arrive. When they heard a knock on the door, Sasha hurriedly opened the door with the thought that it was her father, but she frowned when she saw Wesley again. This time, with a girl beside him and the same two guards from earlier.

Wesley didn’t bother asking for permission before walking into the room. Instead, Sasha took a couple of steps back as she stood with her mother.

"It’s been over an hour, Mrs. Whitlock, and we still haven’t seen the legal guardian for Mr. Whitlock or even received a permission for your stay here. I’m sorry, but in regards to the hospital policy, I’ll have to ask you and your daughter to leave."

Both their faces paled.

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Matilda forced a smile as she stood from her seat and straightened out her dress. "Mr. Rowland, what is the meaning of this? Are you seriously planning on kicking us out?"

"This is outrageous! You can’t seriously kick us out just because of some ridiculous policy you cooked up overnight." Sasha glared at Wesley with a frown.

The girl beside him was about to say something, but Wesley held out a hand to stop her.

"I understand this situation is frustrating, but rules are rules. As much as I sympathize, I cannot make exceptions. This is not personal; it’s procedural."

"Don’t give us that!" Sasha crossed her arms. "You walk in here with... her and your guards like you’re running some sort of prison, and you dare say it’s not personal?!"

Matilda gave the girl standing beside Wesley a side eye as she noticed the frown on her face. "You should at least try to be understanding. My husband is a very busy man, but because he understands the urgency of this situation, he’s taking out his time to come here. There must have been a delay, but he will be here any moment now."

"I am also a very busy man, Mrs. Whitlock, yet I took out my time to come here and inform you of the policy out of respect. I expect you to reciprocate the respect and leave peacefully to avoid the embarrassment of having my guards throw you out of the room."

The forced smile on Matilda’s face vanished. "Is that a threat?" She took a step closer to him. "I don’t know about the so-called respect you’re claiming to have shown by coming here."

"But threatening to have your guards throw us out? I’ll applaud you... that’s brave. I’ll also advise you to watch your tongue, Mr. Rowland. You seem to be forgetting the family you’re addressing."

"He even barged into our room with his little entourage, and he’s claiming to show ’respect.’ Please, spare us the act." Sasha scoffed.

"I am simply doing my job. If you feel disrespected, that’s unfortunate. You can take it up to the board, but I just insist that this room be vacated until the legal guardian arrives. I’ve been generous with my time."

Sasha let out a short, humorless laugh. "So in essence what you’re saying is you’re going to have us dragged out like criminals? I’d love to see you try."

Wesley smirked before signalling to the guards at the door who immediately stepped into the room.

Matilda and Sasha exchanged glances. "What is the meaning of this, Rowland?! How dare you ask your filthy men to step into my father in law’s room—?" The words were barely out of her mouth before the guards got to where they stood.

"Mrs. Whitlock, your refusal to cooperate has left me with no other choice. I gave you more than enough time." Wesley clasped his hands to his back as he faced the guards. "Escort them out... Respectfully."

Sasha stepped forward angrily. "Get these filthy men out of here before I make a call that’ll end your entire career! Do you know who you’re dealing with, you arrogant little puppet?"

Matilda shot him a glare that could pierce steel. "This is William Whitlock’s room in case you’ve forgotten. You’re crossing the line, Rowland. When my husband gets here, you’ll regret ever stepping into this room with your... entourage."

The guards stepped in front of them and Sasha pointed to them. "If any of you so much as touch us, you’ll wish you hadn’t!" She yelled but the men ignored her threats and simply held their arm. Sasha struggled against the man’s grip. "Let go of me!"

Matilda also struggled. "Call off your men now, Rowland! This circus you’ve created will not end well for you. My husband is on his way, and I promise you, he won’t be as... diplomatic as I’ve been."

"I’m being lenient, Mrs. Whitlock. I could have had you removed much earlier, but I gave you a chance to leave with dignity. Until the legal guardian comes, you can’t stay in this room."

"Get your filthy hands off me before I make one call and have this entire hospital crawling with lawyers and reporters!" Sasha screamed as the guards pushed them into the hallway.

The girl that was standing beside Wesley brought out their bags from the room and handed it to them. Sasha’s eyes flashed with anger as she jabbed a finger towards Wesley. "You’ll regret this! I promise you," she screamed.

But Wesley simply smiled, infuriating Sasha even more. "Have them escorted downstairs," he said to the guards who nodded at the order.