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Author: Jessica Sage
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-07 06:39:29

Chapter 5

Damon watched with his wide-eyed, as the hotel workers’ trembled and the tension in the air thickened.

Damon slowly walked over to Vivan and whispered close enough for her to hear, “Forget about them. I’m used to this treatment anyway…”

The woman named Vivan looked at him as she felt an ache in her heart. She could feel the bitterness and helplessness in Damon’s words, along with a subtle hint of his inferiority complex.

The manager immediately rushed over, bowing his head in contrition. “Please, ma’am, we’re sorry. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Vivan, still taken aback by the scene, straightened her posture and fixed her gaze on the trembling staff. “You should treat all guests with respect. No one deserves to be made to feel small,” she asserted.

"Miss Bennett!" The manager came running towards the scence in tremble, "this is entirely our fault. I’ll discipline her in due time. Please accept our heartfelt apologies,” The manager pleaded sincerely before turning to the workers in annoyance, "How dare you cause a scene? do you know how she is?"

The workers instantly trembled and started to slap themselves even harder, “we are sorry. we are so, so sorry…”

They slapped themselves with each apology until the corners of their mouth started to bleed.

“Apologize to my friend!” Vivan ordered coldly.

“Of course, of course… we are sorry, Sir. we were wrong…”

The workers do not seem to care anymore that Damon was a beggar and immediately knelt in front of him to apologize.

His hatred toward the workers started to manifest. He needed to make sure that they did not continue acting like that in the future.

She might have been let off the hook on that occasion, but allowing her to continue with her shenanigans would eventually spell doom for him too!

Get up! Since my friend has elected to forgive you, I will agree to give you one more chance. I hope you’ll learn to shape up in the future!” Vivan snorted coldly.

She was capable of forgiving when the situation called for it.

After all, she never liked using her identity to oppress others, and she did not want to argue with some insignificant people.

“Thank you, Miss Bennett. Thank you, Sir…”

The workers was finally brave enough to stand up, for she felt as if she was just granted a pardon. However, the clothes on her back were already soaked in cold sweat.

“I assure you ma'am, this will be handled promptly.” The Manger continued, “ I’ll have a VIP room booked for you and your guest immediately.”

“Make it two VIP rooms,” she ordered, her tone still icy. “I want them both prepared.”

The manager swallowed hard, his demeanor shifting as he scrambled to comply. “Of course, ma’am. Right away,” he said, bowing slightly before rushing off, clearly shaken by her commanding presence.

Damon’s head spun. This woman, whoever she was, commanded respect without lifting a finger. He felt a strange mix of gratitude and confusion.

“Let’s go, Damon"

Starprize suite was one of the most famous, upscale villas in Springfield City. Mountains and rivers surrounded the area and blessed it with exceptionally beautiful scenery.

Those who could afford to live there had to be rich and famous, muses of business tycoons, or those whose reputations were synonymous with elegance and luxury.

And Vivan had just booked a two vip Suites with high amount for both of them

Damon wanted to open his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t. He just followed Vivan, still trying to process everything that had just unfolded. Her aura of authority, combined with her compassion, left him both impressed and unsettled. He had never met anyone quite like her—someone who could stand up for him and still remain poised and graceful

As they stepped into the grand lobby of the Starprize Suite, Damon couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious surroundings. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their light refracting into rainbows that danced across the polished marble floors. The air smelled faintly of lavender, adding to the place's opulence.

Vivan walked ahead, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She stopped at the front desk, where the staff greeted her with utmost respect.

“Miss Bennett, your suites are ready,” the receptionist announced, handing over two keycards with a deep bow. “If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

Vivan took the keycards, handing one to Damon. “This is yours,” she said, her tone softer now.

"Thank you, but you don’t have to..."

“Damon,” she interrupted, her eyes locking onto his with quiet determination. “I want to. Consider it a gift.”

Damon sighed, unsure of how to respond. The last thing he wanted was to feel like a burden, but he also knew arguing with her was futile. He let out a awkward smile smile, "I’ll return the money you spent on my rent when I’ve earned some money…”

Vivan smiled in return and did not take his words to heart as they walk out of the Elevator.

"I was able to recover your bag form the men who stole it. It is with me, I will have my men bring it go you as soon as you settle in."

Damon’s Eyes lit up in surprise, his bag which he thought was stolen was about to be brought back? he knew he didn't have much asset. However, his School certificate, his work promotion, his ID card, And every meaningful thing he had strived to get was inside that bag and now he was going to get it back.

“You’re a lifesaver, Thank you!"

Damon smiled feeling so calm around her, as they git to the front of the suite.

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    Vivian walked out of the elevator, her phone in hand. It was Sarah calling again—persistent, though Vivian could barely focus on the words spilling through the receiver."I swear, Sarah, if this isn't urgent—""It is urgent, Ms. Vivian," Sarah cut in, her voice tense. "I just got word—Damon’s been spotted in the building."Vivian froze mid-step, her entire posture stiffening. "Excuse me?" she snapped, her voice dangerously low."I'm looking at the security feed right now. He’s—"Sarah didn’t need to finish. The sound of footsteps echoed from around the corner, and Vivian’s jaw clenched. Her heels clicked with purpose as she stormed forward.And then, there he was.Damon stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, leaning casually against the wall like he belonged there—as if he hadn’t broken every rule she’d set.Her breath caught for a split second, but she quickly recovered. Squaring her shoulders, she let the storm brew behind her piercing gaze as she approached him."Damon," she s