The Whole Regnz

Cathy looked at the man suspiciously and thought that this man was one of the culprits who wanted to ruin the event. The man was well dressed, but he was wearing all black and covered his face with a black mask. It made someone feeling suspicious.

When Cathy was about to call security, the man immediately took off his mask.

"Wait! It's me,"

Cathy frowned after seeing the man's unmasked face. Why is Vincent wearing that suspicious mask? And what is that guy doing out here? Shouldn't he be working and taking photos during the event?

Perhaps because Cathy was too tired and too worried about her sister and the perpetrator who had not been caught, her heart was beating very fast when she remembered the way the young man had looked at her just a moment ago.

Why was Vincent staring at her like that earlier? That look made her feel uncomfortable, and sadly... she couldn't help but admit... for the first time in her life... Cathy felt safe after knowing that it was Vincent who gave her that dumbstruck look earlier.

A little. Just a little bit. Cathy tried to convince herself.

***

Eight hours earlier ...

Vincent looked at his phone, which was ringing endlessly. He was struggling in his heart whether to pick it up or not.

"All right, Vincent. It's your doing. You have to deal with it. Right. You have to." Vincent tried to comfort himself and made up his mind to accept the call.

Once he accepted the call, Vincent did not put the phone to his ear. Nevertheless, he could still hear the caller's voice loud and clear.

"VINCENT! PLEASE KNOW YOURSELF WHEN WAKING UP MY BEAUTY SLEEP! DON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN! DO YOU THINK I CAN GET THE MATERIALS YOU WANT IN THREE HOURS AND ARRIVING THERE IN TWO HOURS IS POSSIBLE???!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?? I HAD TO RENT THE CARGO PLANE!!! "

After the caller had poured out her complaints, Vincent put his cellphone to his ear and asked innocently.

"Why do you have to rent? You can use your own plane."

"&%$%#*&$%#!!"

Vincent instantly put his phone away from his ear to hear a loud sound. After waiting for a while, he put the cellphone back to his ear.

"Alright, alright. I was wrong... I won't do it again."

Tut... tut... tut...

Vincent leaned back on the chair in relief after the caller hung up on him. The only woman who could make him break out in cold sweat was Alice Alvianc, the wife of Gregorious Alvianc.

Alice was a member of his elite team. At the same time, she is the owner of a food factory and dozens of farms. She is six years older than him and blessed with an only son who still in college.

Vincent shook his head about why he invited Alice to his team. That's right. Alice had the connections most of the industrial powerhouses he doesn't have. Not only that, Alice's husband has an aviation area and several private flying vehicles such as helicopters or private planes.

In essence, Alice was one of his valuable members that he doesn't want to let go of. He had hoped that Alice's character wasn't this fierce.

The only reason why Alice agreed to join him was only because of the persuasion of Frank, Alice's dear younger brother. Vincent was lucky to have Frank as his best friend.

Not long after, Vincent decided to take some more photos around the park when he saw one of the reception staff overwhelmed to entertain the group of guests who came simultaneously.

Currently, Catherine and some of the other employees must be busy in the kitchen, so there is very little to serve this group of guests.

Vincent wished his cousin's event show would go smoothly without any problems. Therefore, he decided to help them to welcome the guest.

Vincent didn't interfere in the rooms' division. All he did was entertain the guests with his extraordinary description of this place. He even interacted with them in a friendly manner.

He made all the guests there feel close to him like they had met each other before. The main goal is that the guests lining up to pick up the keys don't feel bored or furious from waiting too long.

Vincent's flexible explanation was charming as he had a sweet tongue, so guests loved him right away and not too rush to get their room keys. They even preferred to listen to Vincent's explanation, and they even spit out humor to make everyone laugh. In the end, the receptionist himself delivered the keys to the guests.

"All right. It's time to rest. It would be a shame if you guys couldn't enjoy tonight's program." Vincent was aware that not a few have got the room key but are reluctant to go upstairs. "I hope you will enjoy your time here."

Seeing that the guests had climbed to the floor of their respective rooms one by one, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't need help as this was not his job, but this was his cousin's hotel, and Clarissa had started to interfere. Of course, he would do anything to make his cousin's business successful.

Not long after, a car belonging to the hotel arrived in front of the lobby, indicating other guests had arrived.

Vincent was about to welcome them and serve them with the same attitude. But when he saw the faces he was so familiar with, his steps stopped.

One... two... three... four... Fifteen?! Vincent calculated quickly, and before the new guest could see his face, Vincent immediately ran in the opposite direction and hid in Catherine's office.

Without further ado, Vincent called someone, yet the person didn't pick up his call. Impatient, he immediately sent a message to the person... on his cousin.

'BENJIE! You didn't say you invited my family?! You invited the whole Regnz!?'

A minute later, a reply came.

'Ah, I forgot to tell you.'

Vincent was distraught and furious; seeing this short answer came from his cousin. He felt like wanting to pinch his cousin's not so chubby cheeks red like the one he had done every time Ben teased him.

Vincent took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't possibly do it. They were no longer children. But somehow, Ben's treatment of him hasn't changed much. Especially in his mischievous.

Vincent didn't want his family to know that he was in Pina. He didn't want his family to see that he was there as a photographer. Above all... he didn't want anyone to know that he was Vincentius Regnz.

Vincent clicked his tongue in resignation as he looked at his other phone screen and read a new message.

'I've arrived.'

Vincent quickly rearranged his plans before replying to the message.

'Change of plans. We switch places.'