Chapter Eleven.Ethan arrived at the lodge and walked up to the receptionist. "I want to book a room," he said.The receptionist looked him up and down, a mixture of disgust and skepticism on his face. Ethan could tell the man thought he was some kind of playboy trying to use his looks to get a free room."This isn't some kind of cheap motel," the receptionist said, his tone dripping with disdain.Ethan chuckled, unfazed. He knew he looked like nobody - he was wearing bathroom slippers, a faded shirt, and worn jeans."How much is the room?" Ethan asked, his eyes locked on the receptionist.The receptionist stated the price per night, "It's $160." Ethan pulled out his card and instructed, "Debit me $320."The receptionist's eyes widened as he took the card, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He inserted the card, and to his astonishment, the transaction was successful. He was shocked. “Keep the remaining money.” The receptionist gasped. Ethan ignored him, and th

Chapter thirteen.Someone whispered; “That's Caleb's inheritance!”Ethan chuckled to himself, satisfied that his plan was unfolding as intended. His gift to the Tycoon had been a calculated move, designed to ensure that someone would recognize him as the miracle doctor. This would prompt the Tycoon to demand treatment from Ethan, thereby securing Caleb's inheritance.Caleb stepped forward, his face twisted in indignation. "Father, you can't be serious about agreeing to this nonsense," he exclaimed.The Tycoon's eyes darted back and forth between Ethan and his son, clearly torn. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he felt obligated to honor his promise."Father, just give this beggar some money and throw him out," Caleb sneered.Ethan smiled, a cold glint in his eye. "I knew you'd react this way," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "You rich people are always so quick to exploit the poor." Ethan pulled out his phone and played a recording of the Tycoon's p