Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1566

At 10.00PM, a black sedan pulled up outside the entrance of the Dynasty, which was one of the most opulent nightclubs in Granville and a favorite haunt for the scions of the Ten Greatest Families. However, before the black sedan could go any further, the men in black stopped it.

"Sorry, the parking lot's full. We've got orders to stop any more cars from coming in," the man who stood at the front of the group said humorlessly while the other security guards gazed at the black sedan contemptuously. They all knew that the person behind the wheel was none other than

Edmund of the Albright Family.

All the color drained from Edmund's face. He knew what this confrontation meant. There was plenty of space in the Dynasty's expansive parking lot, and under normal circumstances, only half of it would be used up while the rest was reserved for bigshots who might show up unannounced.

Two months ago, the manager of the Dynasty would have hurried out to greet Edmund and personally guide him toward any available space in the parking lot. He would even go to great lengths just to make sure there was a space for Edmund even if the lot was packed to the brim.

However, tonight was different.

Following Edmund's father's death and his subsequent fall-out with the Albright Family, not even the security guards at the Dynasty bothered to show Edmund an ounce of respect. Their gesture of stopping him at the entrance was more than enough to make him feel diminutive and remind him of how far he had fallen from his pedestal.

As indignant as Edmund was, he knew better than to pick a fight with these security guards. He was aware of his current position. Granted, he was technically still a part of the Albright Family, but since the death of his father, no one in the family actually cared about him anymore.

If he were to go head-to-head with these guards, his family would not come to his defense at all. He would be forced to bear the brunt of his own foolish pride and become the butt of the joke in Granville. At the thought of all this, Edmund took a deep breath and swallowed his resentment.

He opened the door and got out of his car, then handed his keys to the man in black who had mocked him earlier.

If he could not drive into the premises, he was sure that he could ask for a valet. All he had to do was tip the valet afterward.

While driving into the parking lot of the Dynasty was a status symbol, one who did not enjoy such a privilege could still expect valet service. This was a clubhouse, after all, and a premium one at that. Surely the management would not allow their guests to be put through the inconvenience of having to find a parking lot for themselves.

However, the man in black did not reach for the keys either and merely eyed Edmund with wicked amusement as he drawled, "My, my. If it isn't Edmund. I heard you've been cooped up at home for days. What made you decide to come out to the Dynasty tonight, hmm? Got anything exciting going on?" Then, he chuckled and said over his shoulders, "Hey, boys, look who's here? It's Edmund!"

At once, the other security guards stepped forward, surrounding Edmund as they teased sarcastically, "Don't you remember how our manager used to come down to escort you, Edmund? Those were the days huh?"

They sounded like they were jesting him in a friendly manner, but really, they were mocking him. He used to be one of the most formidable scions in Stonedale, however, he was now just a shell of his former glory, desperate to keep up appearances. Alas, his fall from grace had been too brutal, and it didn't look like he could come back from it.

Presently, a grim look passed over his face as he growled through gritted teeth, "Go park my car, you hear me?"

The man in black raised a brow and snorted. "Now, is that the tone you should take with me, Edmund?"

"Getting pissed, are we?"

"Jeez, we were only saying hi out of respect for you, man. You didn't have to get all defensive."

"It's a little unbecoming for you to snap at us like this, don't you think, Edmund?"

"So what if you're the heir to some fancy family fortune? Does that make you a king? Do you think you get to be a tyrant to common folks like us?"

"Do you think you're better than us, Edmund?"

The other security guards were leering at him menacingly. The air was crackling with tension and hostility, and from the looks of it, these guys were ready to throw punches at Edmund if he so much as uttered the wrong thing.