Hearing that, Victor, Tommy, and even Eddie, who were now looking at the scene, also looked at the people Julian pointed at."They're finished." Eddie muttered, and Tommy also nodded."They say that whoever dares to offend Mr. Dante, his family can also disappear." He continued whispering."Yes, according to rumors, that's so. But I'm not sure," Tommy replied."Hump!" muttered Eddie."The proof is that you were let go." Tommy said, making Eddie feel ashamed of himself.Both of them returned their attention to Victor, hearing Julian speak again."They're just lowly people, Victor. Working at the door to welcome guests is very arrogant.""Ah, but somehow I feel neither disappointed nor hurt by their treatment. Because that's human nature, it's just... please improve the attitude of these subordinates."Victor was stunned, his face full of guilt and embarrassment."You take care of your subordinates from front to back; remember, they are only lowly people, but dare to degrade people they
Peter was stunned and dazed."Because, who knows, he's the person you want to meet." Victor said it again.Peter sighed heavily while looking at his guards, who simultaneously bowed their heads."Take good care of them; Mr. Dante doesn't want to see this kind of treatment again." Victor said as he prepared to leave."Uh, sir. The party?""It's your party, whatever you want." Victor replied and now completely left, leaving a distraught Peter.***Julian came out of the elevator, and Jemima looked worried from afar until she smiled cheerfully when she saw him coming."Hey! That's the elevator.""Ah, wrong elevator." Julian immediately dodged."Hm, you're right; be careful." Jemima replied with an annoyed expression."If Mr. Diego sees it, our history is over." She continued."Hm."The sound of the elevator opening and Tommy getting out made the man want to chase after Julian, but his steps were stopped when he saw the man engrossed in a conversation with Jemima. Shortly after, Eddie and
Jemima looked at Julian intently; the girl seemed to love him. Then her hand rubbed Julian's head hair, like rubbing a sad child."I promise, I will find a new place and job soon." She said.Surprised Julian: Surprised: "Huh?! A new job?"Jemima nodded. "Yes. So... please be patient." She said, and now one hand moved to the right position, patting Julian's shoulder."Why?" she asked Julian."Hm?" said Jemima in reply."Why do you have to find another job? It's bad here, isn't it?" I asked Julian again.The pretty little face smiled softly with a flirtatious gaze, looking so alluring that Julian's chest was pounding."Come on... I'm just an intern, so I can find additional work. Especially now that I have another mission," Jemima explained.Julian looked confused. "Mission?""Yes, a mission to find a new place to live. Trust me, I know we have a place to live now because I'm using our friendship."(Friends? We've only met for a few days; is it fair to call us friends?) Julian thought.
Julian looked at her with a questioning look."You think I'm lying?" said Julian.Jemima shook her head. "Uh, this is a hotel guest room.""Yeah, were you expecting the presidential suite?" Julian retorted."Come on, that's not it, I mean.""Ah, just go in there. I'm really sneering," Julian cut in while dancing and immediately sat down on the sofa.Looking at Julian, who looked tired, Jemima could only follow him in. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement; she didn't expect to be given such luxurious facilities."Sorry, there's only one bed," Julian said.Jemima nodded indifferently, still seemingly mesmerized by the room."Just accept it; it's been a nice trip," Julian said again."Uh, what do you think of me?" asked Jemima, her flirtatious nature resurfacing."Uh, friend. Are you sure this room is for us?" She asked again."Hm!" said Julian lazily."Hm... no room for you two?" Jemima's question sounded cautious, but it was cut short by Julian's grin.Julian turned her over, then s
"Can't you serve well, whoever is a guest in this hotel? No Can't you, just shut up and leave me alone?" Suddenly Julian shouted in front of Roberto's face, who seemed to invite him to fight.Several guests who happened to be in the hotel lobby looked curious about what happened; not only that, several entrance guards immediately ran towards the commotion."What's wrong? It's late; it could disturb other guests." I asked one of the officers."Throw him out immediately; drag him out, Roberto!" Another officer exclaimed, looking emotional."Yes, I should have done it earlier." Roberto replied, then pulled Julian's collar until his body was pulled a few steps if Julian didn't stop him immediately.BRUAK!ARGH!AH!The sound of falling bodies along with groans of pain was heard echoing in the magnificent Lobby building. Not finished there, the guards who surrounded Julian were heard screaming in surprise at the unexpected incident.Even from a distance, someone who looked still sleepy bec
Julian shrugged his shoulders, indifferent, unconcerned, lazy, and not wanting to be disturbed. He seemed to be in a foul mood at the moment."Hey! Why are you ignoring me? Ignoring me? Do you know him?" asked the man named Montana, the second man to be rude to Julian besides Roberto.Julian let out a tight breath, then snapped his fingers at Eddie."Cih! Crazy guy!" crazy!" snorted Montana.Eddie looked clumsy and immediately ran a little toward Julian."Mr. Eddie? Know him?" said Tanya Montana.Eddie stood still, unable to believe he was now that close to the number one man in the country, Interlan. It felt like a dream; even after meeting Victor, the pride hadn't gone away, let alone now meeting Dante."Oh my! Mr. Eddie is silent like this; you're really crazy.""Don't revile him again if you still want to live." Cut Eddie, then glanced with a deadly glance.Hearing those words come out of Eddie's mouth, who was actually still a respected rich man, Montana flinched."Please, sir. D
The genius looked forward; he looked nervous when dealing with Julian, and many times the man confirmed the position of his fine glasses to cover his anxiety."I'll call you Diego." He said it confidently.Eddie, of course, could not accept the impudence of his subordinates.“EKHEM!”The signal did not stopthe genius from helping Dante."Yeah! I like you, man." Julian said."But... no need, just shut up first." He continued."You know what? Is that okay?" asked the genius while looking at the commotion around the hotel lobby."EKHEM! Sorry, my men are so presumptuous, Tu__."Julian raised his hand. "No problem," he cut in."Ah, call an ambulance first." He continued, not knowing who to give the order to. The genius immediately picked up his cell phone and called 911.Again, Eddie looked annoyed that his subordinate had stepped over him.Montana and the others seemed unable to move because Eddie Franklin was there, helping the strange man and opposing his every move. It was obvious th
Diego's face looked happy as he fiddled with the keys to his expensive sports car. Unfortunately, his happy smile was soon interrupted when several men simultaneously looked at him."Sir, take a look. There is a madman who wants to take this elevator." Montana immediately complained."Ah, why him?" asked Diego, who was interested in the body still lying on the floor."Look, it's that crazy guy!" said Montana again, pointing at Julian.Diego looked a little embarrassed."Ow! How stylish. Want to leave hotel duties at will? Is this your ancestor's hotel?" Julian quipped.Montana immediately fell silent; there was no way he was an ordinary person who dared to speak harshly to Diego.Diego approached, looking ready for anything. The man was completely resigned, especially since he had been caught going out and since he was currently being punished for his impudence towards Dante in the past two days."I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you?" Diego asked, looking reluctant."Hm, first. Fire those
Frank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked