Cordelia and Hannah had just finished their successful feast with the hotel manager, who graciously handed Cordelia a card granting access to their exclusive rooms whenever she returned. Pleased with their accomplishment, they packed up and departed for the village.Meanwhile, around 7 pm, Benjamin sat in his plush hall, laptop on his lap, engrossed in his work. Suddenly, his stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him of his hunger. "Damn, I'm hungry," he muttered, closing his laptop and setting it aside. As he rose to find something to eat, his phone began to ring, displaying an unfamiliar number. With a slight frown, he answered. As he answered, Benjamin greeted the silence with a tentative "Hello? Hello?" but received no response. Growing increasingly frustrated, he repeated his hellos, each one more impatient than the last. Still, no reply came from the other end. Finally, with an irritated huff, he angrily hung up the call. Picking up his car key, Benjamin walked outside, intent o

Isabella, unsure of Benjamin's plan but trusting his assurance, could only nod in response.Meanwhile, in a private room at the hotel, Ezra rose from his bed and swiftly dialed a number. After a few rings, the call connected, and Rudra Stone, the manager of the Imperial Luminary Hotel and also Maverick Stone's father, answered."Hello, Master Ezra," Rudra greeted respectfully. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he inquired.Ezra nodded before speaking. "I heard you don't have the ingredients for Lobster Thermidor.”Rudra's expression turned grave. "I'm not aware of that, but I'll check with my assistant and the kitchen head. Did you want some?"Ezra shook his head. "Not for me, but for the young master himself. President Evelyn's son."Rudra gasped, his body trembling in fear. "The young master himself is at the hotel?" he exclaimed, stunned by the revelation.Although Rudra had not seen Evelyn, the main head of the business chains, he was well aware of her potential power due to h

The head chef, visibly humbled by the opportunity to address the esteemed chef, responded earnestly, "Sir, you're Chef Roland. I've seen you in magazines before. You've won the Best Chef award several times. I won't lie, you're an inspiration. It just doesn't feel real seeing you here.”Those around were truly shocked to discover that the chef standing before them wasn't just an ordinary culinary expert but an internationally acclaimed figure recognized even by their esteemed head chef.Chef Roland's smile was warm and reassuring as he acknowledged their astonishment. "It's real," he affirmed, his tone confident and composed. "Now, let's get to work. I'm about to prepare the lobster thermidor for the most important guest in the hotel. Just do anything I ask you guys to do. Besides, you might even learn some new tricks," he added with a wink.With that, Chef Roland donned an apron and proceeded to wash his hands before diving into the culinary process. His presence infused the kitchen

Benjamin was trying to see who it was, his expression twisted into a light frown as the voice sounded strangely familiar. To his shock, he recognized the person responsible for the commotion—it was Maverick Stone, clad in a black shirt a little bit drenched. As Maverick continued to berate the waiter, Benjamin couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance. "This idiot is always making trouble for others," he muttered under his breathMaverick, his face flushed with anger, continued to berate the waiter in a loud, menacing voice. "You incompetent fool! How dare you ruin my shirt!" he bellowed, his words dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea who I am? I could have you fired on the spot!"The waiter, his eyes wide with fear, pleaded desperately. "I'm sorry, sir, it was an accident," he stammered, his voice trembling as he tried to explain. "Please, I didn't mean to spill the wine. It was an honest mistake.”But Maverick was not appeased. With a vicious kick, he lashed out at the w

Maverick, incensed by Benjamin's audacity, couldn't contain his anger. "How dare you speak to my father like that, Benjamin Hayes?" he yelled."Benjamin Hayes?" Rudra's legs weakened instantly. Even if he didn't know the young master, at least the surname Hayes was enough to tell him who Benjamin was.At that moment, he didn't know what to do, looking at Benjamin in fear. Without a word, he turned around and raised his hand.Slap! He used all his strength and slapped Maverick's face. The slap was strong, and Maverick wasn't expecting it. Instantly, he fell down."Wow!" Everyone was shocked. Rudra had slapped his own son instead of Benjamin? Even the waiters and waitresses were stunned.Benjamin had a little smile on his face; he wasn't expecting that, but at least it was enough to satisfy him.Maverick got up with his cheek red and his head aching. He looked at his dad, shocked. "Dad, did you mistake