Chapter 5

In the hotel lounge, Grant Wyatt was speaking with the owner of the hotel when he noticed some keys on the floor.

He picked them up and stared at them for a moment before recalling he had seen them dangling from Leon's waist earlier.

“Do you remember who has the highest amount of shares in your hotel? The person who supported you when no one else believed in turning your tiny pub into a big hotel?”

“That person was you, Mr. Wyatt,” the manager nodded and took the keys he was stretching towards her.

“Me?” Grant Wyatt laughed and slipped his hands into his pockets, “Up until six years ago, I was nothing but a disgraced manager who couldn’t provide properly for his family.”

“All I did was take over the company that was handed to me by the owner as he wanted to stay out of the limelight. And all I did was invest in the businesses he asked me to. I’m nothing but a mere company guardian.”

Venice Carter stared at him in confusion before a bold thought popped into her head and her hands trembled in disbelief.

“That’s… don’t tell me…”

Grant had called thirty minutes ago to ask her to clear the lounge because he was meeting someone very important.

No one in Wentworth was important enough to get Grant Wyatt to do such a thing except that one person who disappeared six years ago.

Without another word, she hastily rushed into the elevator.

When she got out, she saw a lavishly dressed couple standing with their backs to her and talking down on someone.

It happened almost every day, so she didn’t bother with them and just rushed to the parking lot.

The real owner of the biggest technology group in the country came to her hotel.

Someone of his caliber would definitely drive in with the most expensive car like it was worth nothing.

However, after taking a look at the owners of the expensive cars in the parking lot and none of them seemed to be looking for their keys, she sighed and turned around to walk into the hotel again.

He must’ve left already, but since he left his keys behind, he would surely return or at least send someone to come get them.

However, as she walked back to the elevator, she realized the scene she had ignored was attracting the attention of the other customers and inched closer to see what was really going on.

“Hey, don’t go mute on me and answer the darn question!”

“Why bother if he answers you or not? He just stepped on my handmade Italian shoes which I bought abroad and for a high price and had shipped here.”

“This is my first time wearing them and it happened to be stepped on by a lousy person like him, but you’re asking him to answer your question?”

“That… I apologize. I didn’t know that. But if the shoes are handmade and you had to fly them in from abroad, doesn’t that mean they’re crazy expensive?”

“Crazy expensive? I don’t think that’s enough to tell you how much I bought the shoes for! Hey, how do you plan to pay for this?”

“This is my brother-in-law. Remember the cousin I told you married a man with the IQ of a 5-year-old? This is the husband I was telling you about.”

“So what if he’s your brother-in-law or if he has the IQ of a child? He has to pay for the damages he made to my shoe!”

“If it were any other shoe of mine, I would’ve let him off, but not this one! Didn’t you say that cousin of yours who’s his wife is the general manager in your family’s company? She must be rich then. Give me her number and I’ll forward the bill to her.”

Mia Miller's smile stiffened and she glanced around them. The man she was with was the first man her grandmother had picked out to go on a date with.

He was from a wealthy family. Way wealthier than her family. He was his father's first and only son which automatically made him his father's heir.

Furthermore, he had more pocket money to spend in a month than what her family’s company spent in three months.

Despite how rude and uncaring he was, she planned to hold onto him until she went on dates with the rest of the people on the list.

She wouldn’t want to let go of his hand so quickly when he could turn out to be the richest on the list.

She hurriedly held his arm and smiled coquettishly, “Simon, why don’t we talk about this in private?”

“Why? Your brother-in-law stepped on me in public, he should apologize to me and pay for the damages he has caused me in public!"

The volume of his voice had attracted other customers who began taking a closer look at him.

"Isn't that Simon Mayfair?"

"It is."

"What is he doing shouting at the hotel cleaner?"

"I don't really know what happened, but the cleaner stepped on his shoes. So he's demanding compensation."

"His shoes? They must cost a lot, why would he demand compensation when the person in question is just a cleaner?"

"Why do you talk like you have no idea what Simon Mayfair is like? He knows very well the cleaner can't afford to compensate him, he's just kicking up a ruckus."

"Hey, lower your voice if you don't want him to hear you. I hear he's the heir to his family's fortune. I assure you, you do not want to offend someone from such a big family."

Simon Mayfair was having a field day after seeing that people recognized him. Since no one was bold enough to stop him, he continued to talk down to Leon.

"Hey, you can't compensate me? Why don't you do something I'd like then? If you look at my shoes you'll notice there's a stain from when you stepped on me."

"I can't bend over to wipe it, obviously. So I want you to bend over and wipe it off with your tongue. You're an idiot after all and you have no pride to care about. Or don't you agree with me, Mia?"