Riches in Disguise

Charlotte and Isabelle covered their mouths in shock as they looked toward the guest who had just spoken.

Visibly taken aback, Charlotte remarked, "He's the son of a branch manager? I never would've guessed."

Isabelle agreed, saying, "The branch on Ninefort Street is pretty big! No wonder this guy's so arrogant. The hotel manager probably won't mess with him now."

Leaning against the staircase railing, I watched the scene unfold with a smile.

Victor wouldn't mess with him now? Oh, please. Even if his dad were the general manager of the whole bank, he'd still have to watch himself.

Sure enough, when Victor heard who the guy was, he didn't even flinch. In fact, he got even more brazen.

"If you think your dad's such a big deal, why don't you call him and see what he has to say about this?"

The young man, clearly full of himself, snapped back, "Fine! I'll call him right now. Don't you fucking regret it!"

He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number before putting it on speaker proudly to flaunt his authority.

"Dad, I damaged a painting at the hotel I'm at. The manager knows who you are but is still acting tough with me. What do you think I should do?"

A gruff voice quickly sounded. "They still dare to act tough after finding out who I am? Who's looking for trouble? Go ahead and smash every painting in that hotel, Jacob. Don't worry. If anything happens, I'll take care of it!"

What arrogance. It was no wonder this young man was so reckless-the apple clearly did not fall far from the tree.

Victor sneered. "Mr. Powell, that's pretty bold of you."

"Who is this? How do you know my name?"

"Oh, come on. Didn't we have dinner together just a few days ago? You were toasting me, saying you'd treat me like family. Have you already forgotten about me?"

There was stunned silence on the other end for a moment. Then, an alarmed shout rang out. "This isn't Mr. Hart, is it?"

Victor smiled. "That's right. This is he."

"Mr. Hart, i-it's you? Jacob, why didn't you tell me earlier that the person you offended was Mr. Hart? I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart. I didn't realize it was you.

"Jacob, you've caused enough trouble! Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Hart!"

The arrogant young man was utterly dumbfounded. He probably never imagined that his bank manager father would be so afraid of a boutique hotel's general manager.noveldrama

What he didn't know was that Victor wasn't acting on his own authority-he represented my father, and few people would dare challenge that.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the young man quickly stammered out an apology.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart! I was wrong for not knowing who I was dealing with! As punishment, I'll smack myself twice.

"I'll also go with you to have the painting appraised. I'll pay whatever it's worth and not a penny less!"

Victor snorted. "Now, wasn't that easy?"

After settling the matter, Victor came over to me with a warm smile. "What would you like for breakfast, my dear guest? I'll have someone prepare it right away."

"Just make something simple. I have to head back to school after I eat." "No problem."

As soon as I sat down, the staff brought over three drinks. Half a glass of juice, a glass of milk, and half a glass of vegetable juice were what I always had for breakfast at home.

At that moment, Matthew came downstairs, and I waved him over to join me for breakfast. He then called Charlotte and Isabelle to come over as well.

As observant as Victor was, he promptly ordered more food when he noticed my friends had arrived. Before long, the table was filled with a wide array of dishes.