My Face Slapping System in The Tycoon World

Chapter Eleven

"I want the Paradise hotel." Peter demanded.

The whole crowd was stunned by such an astounding demand.

"The paradise hotel in exchange for the Vangham stocks? Isn't that a little too much?"

"Robert Crawford had always been arrogant, now he's met his match." The women present whispered among themselves.

"This mysterious guy is so cool, I want to know who he is so badly."

While everyone was stunned at Peter's demand, Robert Crawford secretly smirked.

'Idiot, he doesn't even know that he's taking a heavy weight off my hands.'

He'd inherited the hotel from his father, hence Robert never really took the business too seriously since he'd never worked hard for everything he had.

Robert had been leading a very extravagant life, he obsessed over multiplying his wealth so much that when investing in several stocks didn't bring him the perfect yields, he put his money into gambling. A certain time he had been absolutely certain he would win a gamble, he'd staked billions after borrowing money