The Peak and Irina Golovin arrived at the Pinnacle Country Club, flanked by a small armada of suited bodyguards who were dutifully handling their luggage.
The receptionist at the front desk immediately smiled warmly at the sight of them.
"Welcome to the Pinnacle, sir. May I please have your membership number?"
The Peak flashed a dazzling, heroic smile.
"1369…"
He reached over to playfully ruffle Irina's stylish, messy snow-white hair.
"And this little cutie pie right here is my guest."
Irina's face instantly squeezed into a look of pure irritation at the sudden touch. Her eyes narrowed as she used gravity to push his hand away from her head.
The Peak merely chuckled.
"Hey, no need to get all worked up, kiddo."
He then leaned over the marble desk and whispered to the receptionist.
"Short people are always like that, yunno? Tiny bodies, massive tempers."
Irina raised a sharp brow, glaring up at him.
"You're 5'10. That's not even that tall for a guy."
