The club: Tycoon the pawn.

Chapter Eleven.

Ethan arrived at the lodge and walked up to the receptionist.

"I want to book a room," he said.

The receptionist looked him up and down, a mixture of disgust and skepticism on his face.

Ethan could tell the man thought he was some kind of playboy trying to use his looks to get a free room.

"This isn't some kind of cheap motel," the receptionist said, his tone dripping with disdain.

Ethan chuckled, unfazed. He knew he looked like nobody - he was wearing bathroom slippers, a faded shirt, and worn jeans.

"How much is the room?" Ethan asked, his eyes locked on the receptionist.

The receptionist stated the price per night, "It's $160."

Ethan pulled out his card and instructed, "Debit me $320."

The receptionist's eyes widened as he took the card, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

He inserted the card, and to his astonishment, the transaction was successful.

He was shocked. “Keep the remaining money.”

The receptionist gasped.

Ethan ignored him, and th

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