CHAPTER 16

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