"I have arrived at the hotel," Nathan stated."but I think there is a mix-up. The security chief seems to be harboring a certain prejudice against me." The security chief and the Wilson family looked at Nathan, laughing. This was obviously another one of Nathan's displays. He was pretending like he was talking to someone important. They were certainly not impressed. First, he produced a fake invitation claiming he was invited here by the Global Triad, who were extraordinarily powerful people, and now he was claiming to speak to someone of high importance. Nathan's stunts kept getting better and better.President Alexander's voice boomed with fury as he practically spat the words through the phone. "What?! How dare he have the audacity to do that?" The usually composed leader's demeanor had been shattered by the news relayed by Nathan.Nathan could practically feel the waves of anger radiating from the other end of the line. "Please, Lord Nathan, I need you to wait in the lobby," A
Turning to his men, the security chief's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Take down this lunatic immediately," he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Break his two legs if you have to, but I want him subdued and restrained. We've had enough of his ridiculous antics."The armed guards, their faces set in grim determination, moved in swiftly, surrounding Nathan with practiced precision. Their hands gripped their weapons tightly, ready to carry out the chief's orders with ruthless efficiency.Nathan's eyes widened momentarily, but he stood his ground, his expression defiant as he folded his hands at his back.Nathan looked around, studying his opponents. There were five men in total. One thing the Wilson family did not know about him was that, growing up, his father had made him train in various martial arts. His father was a strong believer in being strong in mind and spirit, so he had the best martial artists from all over the world train him. Nathan n
The hotel owner, Mr. Vegas, glared angrily at the security chief, his brow furrowed in a severe expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded sternly, his voice laced with irritation as he barely contained his anger. The security chief winced visibly, immediately cowering under Mr. Vegas' withering gaze. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Vegas," he apologized profusely, bowing his head in a sign of submissiveness. "It's all my fault. I allowed this troublemaker to gain access to the hotel. Please, don't worry, sir. I will rectify this immediately. I will have him thrown out straight away." He thought that Mr. Vegas was angry that he had allowed Nathan to cause a scene. Before the security chief could finish his explanation, Mr. Vegas lashed out, his hand swinging with sudden, forceful motion. A resounding slap echoed through the lobby of the hotel as Mr. Vegas' palm landed harshly on the security chief's cheek, the impact stinging and leaving an imprint of Mr. Vegas' palm on
The Wilson family, who were once confident and composed, now found themselves in the midst of a perplexing and unsettling turn of events. Grandfather Wilson tugged at his sleeve, his own eyes wide with disbelief. "That's.. President Alexander!" he whispered urgently, his voice laced with a hint of panic. "It's impossible; it can't be... What is he doing?"Claire's mind raced desperately, trying to make sense of the situation. Were they witnessing some kind of elaborate ruse or political theater? Or was there something far more sinister and profound unfolding before their eyes? The implications of President Alexander, a prominent figure in the government, kneeling before a man she wanted nothing to do with, sent a shiver down her spine.Nothing could have prepared the Wilson family for this bizarre and unfolding spectacle. They watched in stunned silence as the two powerful men, normally beacons of authority and command, now prostrated themselves before Nathan in a display of the
"Someone come here immediately!" Mr. Vegas barked, his voice brimming with a sense of urgency. In an instant, the security personnel stationed throughout the grand lobby came rushing to his side, their expressions tense and alert, awaiting his orders.Grandfather Wilson, his weathered features etched with bewilderment, swept his gaze over the approaching men. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice carrying a hint of defiance.Mr. Vegas, his posture exuding an air of unwavering authority, leveled a cold, calculating gaze upon the Wilson patriarch. "Escort these... insignificant people out of the Celestial Resort immediately," he commanded, his words laced with a barely concealed disdain.At his order, the security men began to close in on the Wilson family, their movements fluid and efficient, intent on carrying out the directive.But before they could lay a hand on the family, Ivan stepped forward, his expression a mix of alarm and resolve. "Wait!" he cried, rais
Ivan's eyes narrowed, his jaw set in a firm line as he regarded the opulent surroundings of the Celestial Resort with a newfound disdain.With a subtle nod, Ivan turned to his family members, his voice laced with a quiet but unwavering resolve. "Let's get out of here," he said, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his family, each one reflecting a mix of anger, humiliation, and determination to not be manhandled by the Celestial Resort's security men."Such a foolish and arrogant man!!!" Mr. Vegas said as he watched the Wilsons disgracefully exit the hotel. They were so blinded by arrogance that they could not see the truth right in front of them.Meanwhile in the VIP room, one of the president's confidants who had been keeping a close eye on the VIP servants as they prepared the room for Nathan's coming, immediately called one of them who looked familiar."You there," the president said, his voice low and authoritative, "I recognize your face. Who are you?"The servant's Adam's ap
As the grand white door swung open, the beautiful and luxurious VIP section of the Celestial Resort was slowly revealed. The room was a masterpiece of opulence and sophistication, designed to receive highly esteemed guests.The ceiling was high above and adorned with intricate paintings that depicted scenes from the history of the hotel. An enormous crystal chandelier hung from the center, its countless facets catching and refracting light into a dazzling display.The walls were lined with rich, dark wood paneling, each piece carefully carved with ornate designs. Between the panels were large, gold-framed mirrors and original artwork, creating a sense of elegance. Soft red velvet drapes framed the tall, arched windows, which offered a breathtaking view of the surrounding city and skyline.The floor was covered in a thick, luxurious rug, its intricate patterns and vibrant colors adding to the beauty of the room. In the center stood a long, mahogany banquet table, polished to a mirro
Nathan's lips quirked as he considered the question. "That is precisely why I have called you all here today," he replied, his gaze sweeping across the room. "I believe it is important to hear the perspectives of each of you . So, I ask you, what do you all think?" The room fell silent once more as the Presidents exchanged thoughtful glances, each considering their response with the utmost care. "Well, the Royal Corp has risen to be one of the companies in Prescott," President Dominic said, and the other Presidents nodded in agreement. "Yes, Miss Vanessa is a very smart and capable woman," President Alexander chimed in. "Really?" Nathan said, his face void of expression. Deep down, he noted that the Royal Corporation was the company the Global Triad was considering for the investment. This was the same company he was considering, not only because Vanessa had saved his life in the past, but also because she had trusted and believed in his advice to save her company from b