Fated To The Four Notorious Alpha Brothers

Chapter 75: Banquet

This is a fucking banquet, not a party! The fuck!! And the guests seated before us are not our age mates. They aren’t.

I expected to see senators’ children, mayors’ children, ministers’, and alphas’ children—not the senators themselves. Not the Alphas, but their sons.

Ruby drew closer to me. "Are we seeing the same thing?" she whispered.

I gulped. "Should we leave?" I turned to her.

"I think we may have made a mistake coming here," she murmured.

"Let’s leave before they notice us," I suggested. She agreed, and we turned to go, but as we made to leave, a server rushed over.

"Misses, I’ll take you to your table. May I see your invites?" He requested, stopping us.

"Our invites?" Ruby mumbled.

"There’s no... no need..." I started to say, but Ruby showed him our invites.

"Okay, I’ll take you to your table; this way, please," he smiled and began to lead us.

I expected him to take us to a table closer to the door, but he took us to a well-positioned, prominent table.

What the heck!

Ruby and I sat at the rectangular table, facing the other guests who were sitting opposite us. One was a younger man, not too young—he should be in his early thirties; the other was older.

Oh goodness.

"Let me help you." The server opened the wine bottle and filled our glasses. "Let me know if you need anything," he said, turning to leave, but Ruby stopped him.

"Yes, miss?" The server came closer.

"Cameron—where is he? Is he here?"

"Oh, no, miss, Mr. Cameron is on his way; he’ll be here soon. I’ll notify him that you asked for him when he arrives."

"Alright, thank you."

Moon Goddess—this is so uncomfortable and awkward. I’m trying not to make eye contact with the people seated opposite us; I don’t want to speak to anyone tonight. I just want to finish and leave.

Ruby took her wine and leaned closer to me. "What sort of party is this?"

"I don’t know," I whispered, shrugging. Why would he call this a party if all the guests are dressed so formally, and they’re not smiling either? Some are conversing, some are drinking, and some are on their phones, but no one seems to be having fun.

Did he lie to us on purpose? Why would he call this a party?

"I’m nervous—touch my skin, I’ve got goosebumps. I’m cold," she whimpered.

"I’m not just nervous; I’m also very uncomfortable and want to leave. We should have left."

"Let’s just stay for two hours, and then we’ll leave, okay?"

"Ok."

"This older man is staring at me; he has been looking at me since we got here. Is he expecting me to greet him? Do you know who he is?"

"I don’t know them. I don’t recognize any of these faces."

"I’m sure if you look harder, you’ll be able to recognize some of them."

"No, these are prominent men. I doubt I’d..." I stopped speaking when a man holding a champagne glass approached and stood behind me.

"Aren’t you Amera?" He asked from behind, and I turned slightly to look at him.

"Who...?" I raised my brows, staring at him.

He smirked. "I was at the Notorious Four’s house that night; I was among the men who attended the meeting near the ranch," he explained.

"Oh," I said, lost for words. What should I say to him?

"I didn’t know you’d be attending alone."

Alone? What is he saying? I came here with my friend.

"I’m with her," Ruby said instantly.

"No," he chuckled, "that’s not what I meant." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Parker and Gavin are supposed to be here. They’re both running late. It’s unusual."

"What?" Ruby and I exclaimed at the same time, shocked by his words.

"It seems you attended this event without having full knowledge of it," he said.

"I..." I hesitated, unsure of what to say. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Speak to you later then." He raised his champagne glass, turned, and returned to his table.

"My goodness! This is trouble." Ruby held my arm.

"It is," I swallowed. "It is trouble."

"Let’s go. Forget Cameron, let’s leave," she suggested, but I shook my head.

"He has already seen us; he’ll tell them. It’s of no use."

"I don’t want to run into them. They might blame me for bringing you here when you’re unwell."

"Leaving won’t stop them from blaming you, Ruby, you know that."

"But... but... we could deny it."

I laughed. "Are you serious? Have you forgotten who they are? They’re good at pressuring others—you’d tell the truth before you know it."

"But... but..." She lowered her head.

"Oh, look, Cameron is here," I said as soon as I noticed him.

"Where?" She looked up.

"He’s heading to the stage," I gestured. Ruby turned her attention to the stage, as did the others.

When he got to the stage, he cleared his throat and took the microphone. "Good evening, ladies... Oh wait, are there ladies here tonight?" He looked around.

His question made people laugh.

"Oh, there are ladies here; there are six in total. This is the first time we’re having women at our event," he announced.

"Ok..."

His words made people laugh again.

This is getting strange.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I was supposed to be here an hour ago, but you know how it goes. Although I’m only the president’s son, many of you here see me and speak to me like I’m the president himself, and because of that, I attend meetings, conferences, and events meant for the president. It’s not my fault; it’s yours. Please stop doing this to me." His words sparked another round of laughter from the audience, but Ruby and I didn’t laugh. We didn’t find it funny.

We were the only ones who didn’t understand the joke. How could we? We’re both uncomfortable. I can hardly breathe. I’m starting to sweat.

"Okay, uh..." He cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "This event is officially open; I hope everyone has fun. Or not."

His words caused another round of laughter. After he dropped the microphone, the servers came forward with dishes and began to neatly arrange them on our tables.

Cameron began to greet the guests starting from the first table. When he got to our table, something strange happened.