Chapter 10

The concierge’s face was very unpleasant as he glared at Sean. He had no mercy for Sean. To the concierge, Sean was just penniless, he was penniless, sick in the head, and a trouble maker.

It was normal for such a luxurious hotel to encounter a few poverty-stricken vagabonds coming forward for the fun of it. The concierge was determined that Sean was one of those people.

Being humiliated in front of everyone, Sean's face suddenly turned serious. "Poor, you say?"

Knowing that Sean did not grasp the situation, the concierge quickly added, "Something else to add? Young man, do you even realize where you’ve stepped foot? Do you know how much it would cost to book the hall? Ten million bucks! At least that amount! You would never make that much even if you worked your *ss off your entire life."

The concierge then turned around and glared at the waiter. Mercilessly, he barked, "Next time, just shoo beggars like him off the premises!"

"S…sir!" The waiter was trembling after being yelled at

The concierge repeated, "Enough blabbering. Get this young man out of here, now."

"Poor? You must be mistaken." Sean's tone was colder.

The concierge turned his burning glare toward Sean. "Still here, young man? I’m not looking down on you, but look in the mirror. Is what you’re wearing even worth a 100 bucks? Dressed so plainly and trying to act like a big shot. Security, get him out of here!"

A few fierce guards came charging into the hall at the concierge’s orders.

"Stop this nonsense! You dare lay a finger on him!"

Just when the guards were about to lay hands on Sean, a blazing roar ripped through the hall. It was Moses Langston, burning with dominance.

"Stop!" Moses Langston, dressed in an Armani suit and a Constantine watch worth millions, was greeted with open arms by the concierge.

One look and the concierge immediately knew that he was a filthy rich son from a wealthy family. It was best not to get on bad terms with people like him. With Moses closing the gap and reaching the counter, the concierge's expression changed from contempt to reverent. "Greetings, sir. How can I help you?"

Moses ignored him and went up to Sean instead to show his concern. "Your Highness, are you alright?"

'Your Highness?'

The concierge was stunned to hear Moses, a man of such repute, greeting a lousy guy as 'his Highness'. This was followed by the observation of the Rolls-Royce’s car keys in Moses' hand. It was at this moment, the concierge sensed that something was not right.

Could the two of them know each other? Was this good-looking young man only a servant to this lousy guy?

"Didn't I order you to stay in the car? Why are you here?” Sean was shocked at Moses's presence.

Moses claimed, "I had to rush in when I saw the guards rushing into the hotel. I was worried about your Highness's safety!"

The concierge witnessed everything and realized what a grave mistake he had made. He turned to face the waiter sternly. "What is wrong with you? Didn't you see that our customer arrived in a Rolls-Royce Phantom?"

"Sir, you misunderstood. I tried to explain, but you didn’t give me a chance!" the waiter hastily claimed.

The concierge was speechless. To have some elegant young man, clad in Armani and decorated with Constantine, to call the lousy guy 'your Highness' must mean he must be encountering some hot shot disguised as a poor beggar.

Reflecting on his attitude, if he really turned out to be rich, then he had just dug his own grave.

Sean looked into the concierge’s eyes. "Since I can’t book the hall, then I might as well buy the whole building. You can leave."

Everyone had their limits. The way the concierge judged and ostracized Sean based on appearances made Sean really angry.

The concierge was shocked to hear his declaration.

'Buy the whole building? And he was asked to leave?'

All of a sudden, the concierge laughed like a madman. "What trick are you playing now? Buying Royal Imperial Hotel? Boys, you think this is a place for guys of your standard to be fooling around? I bet you rented the car as well. I assume it must have burned a tremendous hole in your pocket?"

Sean's claim to buy the entire building made the concierge forget all of his fears; he figured that the duo were faking to be filthy rich.

The Royal Imperial Hotel was known to be the top luxurious hotel in the Great Central City, valued at more than 200 million bucks on the market. Sean was claiming to buy the entire building. Obviously, it was just talk. Very few people in all of Great Central City were capable of buying a building of such grandeur.

The man standing before him was just a young upstart. The concierge underestimated him completely. He bet his life that the young man could never buy the luxurious Royal Imperial Hotel.

Hearing Sean and Moses talking up such a big game made it clear that they rented the high-classed Rolls-Royce Phantom just for show. He had seen plenty of such people in his life.

"Ah!" In the face of the dismissive concierge, Sean smiled, scratching his head.

Poor? He booked a luxury car for appearances? Ridiculous!

As the second generation Supreme Leader of the world's top secret organization, Sean was in control of at least half of the world's fortune. To Sean, the Royal Imperial Hotel was not out of the question. Anything in this world that could be purchased with money; it was a small matter. To Sean, money was just numbers.

"Mark, what’s happened?" A middle-aged man with casual attire entered the Royal Imperial Hotel.

The concierge was in high spirits once he recognized the man, "Boss, these two renting a luxury vehicle claims that they’re going to purchase Royal Imperial Hotel!"

"What? Purchase Royal Imperial Hotel?" The middle-aged man was stunned and at the same time furious. He sized up Sean and Moses head to toe, and his face showed his displeasure. One was dressed so plainly, while the other was dressed to the nines. They had to be renting the car for appearances.

The middle-aged man addressed Sean as he said, "My name is Phillip Hannover. I heard you both intend on purchasing this hotel? Do you have any idea how much it is worth?"

"Your Highness, I had done the research; the Royal Imperial Hotel is currently worth about 230 million bucks!" Moses Langston had already checked out the building’s market value.

Sean looked back at Phillip. "Yup. I’ll double the amount and make it a round figure. 500 million bucks, deal or no deal?"

‘Round off to 500 million bucks?'

That young man was claiming to purchase the Royal Imperial Hotel with 500 million bucks?

Phillip’s expression changed; the market value of the Royal Imperial Hotel was indeed worth 230 million bucks. If this man wanted to buy it for 500 million, it would mean double the profit!

"Are you certain? Let me make this clear, if you are here to cause trouble, you will be in big trouble!" Phillip Hannover was thrilled by the offer.

Sean wanted to end the transaction without wasting further effort. “Give me your bank account numbers!"

"621662…" Phillip Hannover recited a string of numbers to Sean.

"Who do you think you are? When I’m through with you, you’ll be sorry!" The concierge was still furious.

To him, Sean was just trying to act tough on the surface and refused to back down. When he failed to show up with the promised amount of money, he would be sure to beat Sean up to pulp.

Phillip Hannover then fixed his gaze upon Sean. His maddened expression had not subsided. He would not let this young man off the hook if he failed to show up with the agreed amount.

Ding!

Just as the entire crowd still thought that Sean was just acting like a rich upstart, Phillip Hannover’s handphone rang. He received a message from the bank.