Ravenna's lips curved into a smile, and she nodded, shifting her gaze away from the man. However, there was this nagging thought that lingered within her."Now, we will start the auction," the auctioneer announced after giving his soulful speech about the resort."The bidding starts from $10 million," the auctioneer announced."$20 million," Antonio raised his hand with a gleeful smile as Ravenna's lips curved into a smile. Literally, everyone in the room was under their charm. Everyone had been bribed to just come and be a figurehead. The resort belonged to the kings...and the kings had decided to give it to Antonio, their man."A $50 million!" the auctioneer shouted."$150 million," the man sitting beside Ravenna raised his paddle."We have a whopping $150 million over there!" the auctioneer shouted in awe as Ravenna turned to look at him. The man narrowed his eyes at her, and she looked away quickly, as if staring too much would get her burnt.She turned forward to see Antonio, who

"What's with that look?" Damian asked with a chuckle. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." He laughed out loud as Ravenna swallowed, trying to steady her voice before speaking again."Ugh?" She blinked as she stared at Damian."I meant to say if you wanted to help out, but you looked pale at a point. You okay?" Damian had stopped laughing as Ravenna gave a stiff chuckle."Oh... that. Nah, I mean I'm good. You just look tired and all, so," she stuttered as Damian nodded slowly."It's an issue at the headquarters with some international investors and stuff. I don't think you'd be able to help much," Damian said with a shrug."And thanks for the coffee." Damian picked up the cup slowly and took a sip while watching Ravenna. She must have had a long day, and he thought about playing with her a little bit."You looked tired when you walked in earlier, Ravenna. How was your day? Sorry for my manners; I don't take time to have small chats with you anymore and stuff," Damian said."It's

"Zayd al-Malik, His Serene Highness, the Sovereign Sheikh of the Desert Jewel," Ravenna said as she dropped a file on the table in her father's office. "We should try to get him to visit our hotel this summer.""The selection for the Hotel of the Year will soon be concluded, and the winner will be announced next month. Coincidentally, Zayd, the Arab prince, will be visiting the country for an official visit. Naturally, he'll need a place to stay for his brief visit. If we can persuade him to stay in our hotel, it's a game-changer," Ravenna continued, her lips curving into a cunning smile as Lucian watched her."We haven't had much success at Kings Hotel for a while and might not have a chance at winning that title. But if Zayd stays at our hotel, the money he'll spend during his visit will more than make up for it!" Lucian's eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at his daughter.While Ravenna wore a disgusted expression and clicked her tongue, she continued, "Having the title of Hotel

"That is left for us to find out," Damian said with a chuckle."But first," he raised a finger, "I need to attend a meeting," Damian said with a sly smile and started to walk out of the office."But," Roberto began to say but was cut off when Damian slammed the door behind him."Great," Roberto muttered.Damian hummed as he walked down the hallway of his suite, having driven himself from the office to the hotel to get a job done – meeting the three musketeers, Lucian's pawns.As he opened the suite, which he had requested to be prepared separately for this meeting, he found Antonio seated on one of the sofas, fingers entwined together, head bowed as if awaiting condemnation.The moment Damian walked in, Antonio stood up abruptly and burst into laughter."Oh my God…," he concluded, laughing as he walked toward Damian."Good day, Mr. Santoro," Antonio greeted quickly."Hi," Damian waved with a smile."Where are the rest?" Damian raised a brow, realizing he didn't have the complete group

Damian stared at the three other men, and it seemed as if each of them was standing on a needle, which might prick them if things went south. They watched him because, in this case, he was the one controlling the needles.It is said that this club was an exclusive one by the president's son, Massimo, a no-nonsense person who actually respected people. Although the other individuals in the club were powerful, Massimo's parents held more influence than any of them. His father, who was Damian's father's stepbrother and also the current president of Italy, was among the top five billionaires in the world. His mother was the only daughter of an Arab prince, whose net worth seemed to give people a headache, as the man was worth a fortune, making Massimo dominate each of them. He also had the final say in the club about who stayed and who left. No one would want to leave the club, as everyone in the country knew them as members. They were accorded a special type of respect due to their close