Just as the trio was about to head into VIP Room 6, located on the sixtieth floor of Ramada Hotel, someone in a supervisor uniform extended his hand, blocking their path. “Sorry, Mr. Kean has booked this room, and he has only invited Miss Wynn.”

Standing behind him were six regular servers, not giving them any chance of entering the private room.

Reene frowned in response. “These two are my friends, and they’re tagging along with me. Can’t they go in too?”

“We have a rule here. The number of booked guests cannot be changed, or it’ll affect other guests dining in,” the supervisor disclosed as he sized Kingsley up, growing visibly impatient. “Anyone without a reservation will have to leave immediately.”

In other words, they would chuck him out.

“Well, I’ll just book a table then.” Kingsley scanned the empty space. “So many of your rooms are unoccupied. I’ll book one right now.”

“Hahaha…” The supervisor burst out laughing. “Do you even know the rules of our reservation?”

At that, Kingsley pulled a pack of cigarettes sold exclusively to the military from his pocket and lit one up. “What’s the rule? Please, do enlighten me,” he said plainly.

When the supervisor saw the brand-less white cigarette pack, he snorted disdainfully and revealed by explaining, “One seat is two hundred thousand, not including any spending. As if you have what it takes to get a seat here!”

“Two hundred thousand? That’s it?” Kingsley smiled plainly. “How much for an entire floor?”

Taken aback, the supervisor fought back his laughter and asked, “What did you say? You want to book the entire floor?”

I want

it in any longer,

behind

want to reserve the entire sixtieth floor of the

the unpleasant words and retorted, “Is this how you serve your

right as Reene finished her words, a facetious voice came. “Yo, which b*stard has upset the great and beautiful

old, sauntering over to them

Stein, the first young master of the Stein Family of Cleapolis and the CEO of Ramada Hotel and many other

family, Hugo screamed ‘prodigal coxcomb’ from

wearing alone was already equivalent to the half a lifetime salary of an average

leering at Reene while swaying

has pissed off Cleapolis’ goddess entrepreneur? I’ll

expression wasn’t at all friendly. “We’ve come to have

had only reserved two seats, but these two here thought they could

the beautiful Cecilia Larson? It took me so long to get over the fact that

supervisor’s stomach, cursing, “You f*cking son of a wh*re! How can you let Miss Larson

haven’t

lecherous gaze, Cecilia hid behind Kingsley. “In that case,

Cecilia, Hugo announced,

retorted with a frown. “All three of us came together. Why is only

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