230 Chapter 230: They Will Keep Me Safe (1/2)

Ken stared at his followers and shouted at them: ”Get out of my face. Don't you see that I am busy chatting with these beautiful women?”

One of the men came over. He took one look at Fannie and Dinah, and then he leaned in close to Ken's left ear.

”Brother,” he whispered, ”are you flirting with these three girls? If you are not willing to go when you are summoned, at the very least, could you share one of the ladies with me?”

”Bastard!” Ken snarled as he slapped him across the face and said. ”I am a one-girl guy. ”

Ken took a look over his shoulder and grimaced. Dinah looked back at Kylie and raised her left eyebrow as if to say, ”What's the story, Morning Glory?”

Kylie returned the look and said, ”Why don't you go back first? I will return later.”

”No,” Dinah replied. ”Lord Ethan asked me to protect you. How can I protect you if we aren't together? If you go, then I will go with you.”

Kylie gently pinched Dinah and looked in the direction of Ken. ”These guys are all here,” she said, ”They will keep me safe.”

Ken smiled and took a cigarette from one of his peons. His eyes looked very strange, neither evil nor kind, but blank. He looked at Kylie in a way that suggested that he was waiting for her to sit beside him. When Kylie didn't respond right away, he turned to Dinah and shrugged.

Kylie looked at Ken and said, ”What the hell are you doing?”

She knew that Ken was not going to tell her anything about what had happened twenty years ago, but she couldn't help but push for answers. So far, it hadn't gotten her anywhere.

Ken snapped his fingers to get the attention of one of his peons. One man turned quickly and said, ”What do you need, boss?”

”The service is terrible here,” he said, ”Fetch some beer.”

Before he left, the man took another look at Kylie. He didn't know why, but he felt like he knew her, or, at least, he felt that he'd seen her somewhere. He couldn't figure out where, though, so he slipped out the door.

The moment he opened the door, though, smoke billowed into their private room, and Kylie began to cough. She reacted instinctively and covered her nose and mouth, but it was too late.

”This is fucking ridiculous,” Kylie yelled. ”We paid for a private room, but we have to smoke everyone's God damned cigarettes right along with them!”

A guy who had been following Ken recognized Kylie. He hurriedly got up and moved a chair over to Ken, and then he ran to the window and pushed it open. Slowly, the smoke in the room dissipated. The air was much better after that, and Kylie was able to bring her hand down from her mouth.

Ken took up his glass and said, ”Guys, everyone, let's welcome our new friend. Cheers.”

Kylie looked over, and she was shocked to see who was sitting next to Ken. It was Tom. He wore a delicate white shirt with a luxurious gold watch on his wrist. He was smoking an expensive cigar. The two looked like they were thicker than thieves.

For the life of her, Kylie couldn't imagine what they would be doing together. Tom turned to look at her, and then he looked back at Ken. Ken smiled, took a large drink from his beer bottle, and he said, ”I am in a good mood today. Drinks are on me.”

Ken's peons saw their boss drinking, and they took it as permission for them to drink. There was some tension between Tom and Kylie, but the mood remained festive. One of the men raised his glass, and he said, ”Let's have a toast to Kylie.”

Another man raised his glass in support of the first. ”A toast for Kylie!”