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Harold marched forward with a gloomy face. He snatched the pen and paper from Joe’s hands, signed his name quickly, and yelled at Joe, “You shameless rat! Do you really have no fucking idea who reserved the room? Who do you think you are to sign your name here!”
The man in black was taken aback by Harold’s abrupt and rude interference. He looked at Joe and gave him a questioning look as if to ask him if he needed help to teach the bastard a lesson right there. Joe shook his head lightly. “Never mind, let him sign it if he wants to sign it so badly.”
Joe didn’t want to turn the situation awkward in front of Loreen; she was his wife’s best friend, after all. Then, they entered the room and everyone took a seat. Harold ushered Loreen to sit in the main position of the table, while Joe sat alone in the corner. Loreen was the only one who spoke to him from time to time. Soon, exquisite dishes and wine were presented by the waiters one course at a time. All the dishes used very fine and luxurious quality ingredients. Even the top-quality abalone and the Australian lobster could only be served as side dishes. Even the wine was a century-old fine wine worth one hundred thousand dollars a bottle. Coming from a wealthy family, Loreen was shocked by the extravagant spread of the meal.
Gerald said with an envious sigh, “Harold, how much is your budget for the meal?”
Harold replied pompously, “Three hundred thousand dollars.”
Gerald gaped in surprise. “Are you sure? This is not your usual price range, even the bottles of wine alone exceed your budget.’”
Harold had a casual smile on his face but inside, his heart was thumping nervously. He suddenly felt something was amiss. As he recalled how the man in black treated him outside the room, he couldn’t help but wonder if Don Albert was giving him special treatment. But he didn’t even know him!
Loreen’s beautiful eyes flickered in awe. She glanced at Harold and said, “Thank you, Harold!”
Harold’s confused thought was wiped away by the warmth Loreen’s words brought him. He smiled widely and said, “You’re welcome, it’s my pleasure.” Then, he turned to Joe and asked with a coy smile, “Joe, I bet you’ve never eaten such good food in your life, right?”
Joe smirked sarcastically. “Who gave you the confidence to be so Cocky?”
Harold growled in disdain, “You have the honor of dining with me and your filthy mouth is still so stubborn! Damn it, I dare you, if you’ve ever eaten such fine food in the past, you can make my head a ball and kick it!”
Joe simply smiled. The days he lived when he was a child were so extravagant that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine. In the Smith family, these dishes were just meals for the servants.
Looking at Joe’s arrogance, Wendy huffed indignantly. “Joe, what is that attitude, you loser! Believe it or not, I’ll kick you out of the room now! We’re giving you a free meal and is this how you treat us? You fucking loser!”
However, right at this moment, the door of the suite was kicked open harshly and a hoarse and fierce voice resonated through the suite. “Where did you idiots come from? Who the hell let you in this room!”
Suddenly, a pudgy man stood at the door. He was in an Armani suit with a big gold chain around his neck and he had a centipede-like scar on his face that spread from the corner of his eyes to his chin. The man grabbed the bill in one hand and a bat in the other, his face as fierce as a lion’s. Immediately after that, a dozen burly men with scarred tattoos barged into the room and lined up next to him, surrounding the table. Everyone was extremely startled by the scene.
What was going on The leader was Bill The Bear, Don Albert’s right-hand man. He had worked for Don Albert in his early years and had earned an infamous reputation in Aurous Hill. Don Albert had informed him today that the Diamond Suite was specially reserved for the extremely noble Mr. Smith and made sure he made the proper arrangements for him. Yet, when he inspected the guests of the suites, he found out that a bugger named Harold Wilson had signed the bill for the Diamond Suite. He was very furious and scared when he discovered it. He was furious because of the damn Harold who had come out of nowhere and occupied the suite he had prepared for the esteemed guest.
On the other hand, he was scared because there was only one set of the extravagant banquet menu ready in the Diamond Suite and it had already been served to these people. What should he do when the real honorable guests were here?
Harold raised to his feet and shouted in dismay, “What are you doing? I reserved this suite, who do you think you are to create trouble here?”
Bill pointed at Harold and asked, “You’re Harold Wilson?”
Harold nodded and said proudly, “Yes, I am!”
Bill commanded coldly, “Bring him to me!”
Two sturdy men immediately pulled Harold out of his seat and dragged him away.
“What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”
“Fuck, shut up!” One man kicked Harold’s knee and he knelt directly in front of Bill as he shrieked in pain. Bill eyed Harold from head to toe with his cold and dagger-like glare, making him shiver like a scaredy-cat. Slap! The signature bill was thrown directly at Harold’s head. Bill shouted loudly, “Who gave you the right to use this room?”
Harold cleared his throat to compose himself and said, “It’s a misunderstanding. I made a reservation at this Golden Suite in advance, I’ve even paid the three hundred thousand dollar deposit!”
Gerald interjected, “What are you doing? Harold booked the room. Do you not have rules here?”
Bill spat. He slapped Harold across his cheek and growled, “Golden Suite? Hello? This is the motherfucking Diamond Suite! It is not for you, bastard!”
Everyone was stunned when his voice echoed across the room. Diamond Suite? No wonder the room was so luxuriously designed and even the dishes and wines were exclusive. As it turned out, it was not the Golden Suite at all! Cold sweat drenched Gerald’s forehead. The Diamond Suite was so exclusive and he was not even qualified to enter, let alone dine in it!
Wendy said hastily, “Harold, didn’t you say that you know Don Albert? Hurry, explain to them!”
Harold huffed dejectedly. “Shut up! How would I know Don Albert?”
“But, didn’t you just say…”