Chapter 27

"I don't understand, what's going on here?" Dustin turned around angrily to a confused receptionist.

His rage made his face as hot as a metal rod that was about to be melted from the deadly heat of an oven.

"Is there something wrong?" The receptionist inquired with a confused expression on his face.

Dustin's fingers were clutched so hard that they eventually pooped. "Can you tell me what's going on here? We just spent over five million dollars on a meal only to meet someone like this beggar?

Or am I missing out on something here? Do you run a charity organization here?" Dustin's anger grew wild. A few persons had already stooped to see what exactly was going on. The receptionist knew that was his turf and he could not allow anything to go wrong or he was going to be in a whole lot of trouble when the boss eventually came around.

If anything that Dustin was going to believe, it was telling him that a graceful Elvis had stolen his way into the hotel.

To make this much worse for him,
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