Wayne reported the day's events to Sirius inside the offshore hotel's office.Since there weren't any important guests today, Sirius was hardly paying attention, his main concern was Frederick."Any updates on Mr. York?" Sirius asked.Wayne hesitated and said, "There was a complication. It seems Mr. York's lover encountered his wife. There was an altercation, and his wife's cousin was injured."Upon hearing this, Sirius felt a headache coming on. How could Mr. York be so careless? He had tried to keep things discreet for Frederick's sake, but complications always arose."Fine, let's focus on providing the best possible experience for Mr. York. That's our priority. As for his wife and lover, make sure they were comfortable. The same goes for Vivianne, who didn't board yet.""I'll arrange Regal Suites for Mr. York and his wife," Wayne replied.Sirius quickly corrected him, "Absolutely not, Mr. York must stay in our Imperial Suite."Wayne's eyes widened in surprise. "The Imperia
Grace fumed, "What do you mean by me 'going against him'? I'm just afraid he'll harm Priscilla behind our backs."June pouted and retorted, "Grace, why do you always speak so badly of Frederick? He's not like that at all."Grace angrily shook June off and turned to Priscilla, who was the only one supporting her. "Prissy, tell me, is Frederick that kind of person?"Priscilla was taken aback by the question.Grace quickly said, "Think about it, how did he beat up Mitchell? How did he frame our family's medicine business? How did he perjure himself in court? Does he care about you? If I hadn't intervened, you might have been harmed by him without even knowing it!"Priscilla thought about Frederick's actions in Jenaire City and couldn't help but agree with Grace.Although she didn't want to marry Sirius, he had been supporting her behind the scenes for so many years. It would be ungrateful not to acknowledge that. At the very least, she couldn't let Frederick badmouth her in front
Grace looked over curiously and saw the words "Sovereign Suite Room 202" on Nelson's phone.Grace was annoyed. "Hmph, they put us in a Harmony Suite to start with. Clearly, the suite manager doesn't understand the connection between Prissy and Mr. Sirius."Nelson was intrigued and a little confused. He'd overheard Grace talking about Frederick trying to disrupt Priscilla and Sirius's relationship before.She had also mentioned Sirius helping Priscilla, but Nelson was weakened at the time and hadn't grasped the full story.Could it be that this small company president from Jenaire City has some relationship with Mr. Sirius?"Grace, what's going on between Priscilla and Mr. Sirius?" Nelson asked.Grace beamed proudly. "Well, our Prissy is..."Priscilla swiftly interjected, "Grace, don't talk about things you're not sure of!" Grace had no choice but to hold her tongue. Nelson was left even more curious but decided not to press the matter.Just then, Priscilla's phone rang. "Ou
Nelson thought he would just be a frivolous man for the rest of his life.Unexpectedly, such an opportunity for a meteoric rise came his way!This newfound purpose solidified his resolve; he had to win June over, no matter what.Across the room, snippets of conversation sparked indignation in June. Scarlett's earlier words replayed in her mind. An unshakeable feeling emerged. The protector Scarlett mentioned, the one who'd help her sister, had to be Frederick. June silently vowed to get to the bottom of this when the chance arose.Nelson was determined to win June over and continued his charm offensive. He escorted the three women all the way to their lavish Regal Suite, promising to meet again the next day. Stepping into the suite, Grace gasped. The Ephorian-style decor was breathtaking, rivaling anything a princess might have. "This must be the finest room in the offshore hotel!"This was Nelson's first time seeing the Regal Suite, and he had to admit it was far more luxur
Wayne respectfully opened the door to the Imperial Suite for Frederick, flicking on the lights as they entered. He said, "Mr. York, this is our offshore hotel's most luxurious suite, typically reserved for the esteemed Salmasian Ten Titans. Mr. Sirius personally arranged this suite for you, even declining a VIP from Valyr City."Frederick's eyes lit up upon hearing that the suite was reserved for the Salmasian Ten Titans."Do members of the York family from Valyr City stay here as well?""Indeed. They'll be arriving the day after tomorrow for the official auction. Are you acquainted with anyone from the Valyr City Yorks, Mr. York?" Wayne replied.Frederick shook his head. "I don't know them personally, but I have something I need to discuss with them."Wayne was slightly startled. Did Mr. York have questions for the York family? Knowing the importance of Frederick now, Wayne silently noted this and thought to report it to Sirius.After entering the room, Frederick took off
Scarlett sprawled on Frederick's luxurious bed, the plush surface bouncing her twice. "Wow, the Imperial Suite really lives up to its name. Even the bed is softer than mine! I'm staying here tonight."Frederick's eyes widened. "Staying here? But... where am I supposed to sleep?"Scarlett crossed her legs, her pale feet twirling continuously.She traced her index finger on her fiery red lips. "This bed is big enough for two."Frederick stared back, speechless. Spending the night together? Absolutely not!As his mind raced, Scarlett had already gotten up and began drawing the curtains.Meanwhile, June was anxiously waiting in the Regal Suite. She leaned out the window and shouted excitedly, "There he is! Quick, is that Frederick?"June's insistent whispers drew Priscilla and Grace's attention to the distant Imperial Suite.Initially uninterested, Priscilla found herself intrigued by the woman in a red dress with a stunning figure."Who is that? She's got a nice figure," she in
"Alright, quit dreaming. There's no way Frederick is in the Imperial Suite. I'm exhausted, time for sleep."Priscilla yawned and stretched out on the large bed. Grace shook her head with a wince, gingerly favoring her leg as she returned to her own bed. The injury had mostly healed; despite some lingering pain, she could walk without difficulty.Seeing that Priscilla and Grace were asleep, June started looking around actively. "Hmph, I'll rescue Frederick myself!"She grabbed her phone and quickly texted Frederick. "Frederick, are you in the Imperial Suite? I want to meet you there, I have something important to tell you."Meanwhile, Frederick eyed Scarlett helplessly in the Imperial Suite. She lounged seductively on the bed, and it would be very strange if nothing happened to spend the night with this temptress.Scarlett bit her lip and asked, "Are you just going to stand there all night?"Frederick shook his head. "Why don't you return to your room?"Scarlett giggled, reveal
Nelson's mind buzzed with schemes to quickly win over June. He saw her as a stepping stone to Priscilla, the wife of the future Monroe family leader.His interest in June had shifted from purely physical to strategic, focused on his own ambitions.After some thought, Nelson decided a bolder approach was needed. He would continue charming the three women by visiting their room. But as he approached their door, he spotted June slipping out.Confused by her late-night movements, a seedy thought took root in his mind.Unable to pursue June with the other women present, Nelson saw the silent night as his chance. His plan was to compromise her, especially within the Monroe family's own hotel.If Priscilla discovered them, he'd play the innocent, claiming consent. Knowing Priscilla's obsession with the family's reputation, she'd likely hush the scandal and force June to marry him.With this scheme in place, Nelson took out a handkerchief and a small vial. The liquid within, designed to
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b