I Spy With My Secret Eyes

Chapter 200

No one would ever commit such a foolish act.

If Scarlett were to propose such an idea to the manager, it would undoubtedly invite criticism.

With the guests having already booked for a week, amounting to 448 thousand dollars at 64,000 dollars per day, asking the manager to refund a portion of the money to the guests would be preposterous.

However, Scarlett, who had been working for a year or two and was quite shrewd, swiftly adjusted her tone and said to Lillian, “Lillian, some matters are best left for in-person discussions, not over the phone. We’ll talk discreetly when you arrive…”

After this comment, Scarlett immediately shifted the conversation with a sly grin and remarked, “Lillian, this relative of yours is a guy, right? Is he married? If not, introduce him to me. A handsome guy like that should stay within the family, shouldn’t he?”

Lillian managed a wry smile and replied, “He’s not married, but…”

Truth be told, if the opportunity had arisen, Lillian wouldn’t have objected to Oliver becoming Scarlett’s husband. After all, family connections generally held more weight than they currently did. Scarlett possessed not only beauty but also confidence, and her standards for men were notably high. Oliver’s wealth clearly surpassed her prerequisites.

Nonetheless, circumstances might have been different if it weren’t for Lillian’s encounter with Sienna. When a man achieved affluence, the foremost concerns that arose were money, influence, and relationships with women. While Scarlett was undeniably stunning, there was an evident disparity when compared to Sienna.

Lillian responded casually in the car, as discussing such matters openly with Simon driving would not be appropriate.

Scarlett was unaware of this. Upon hearing Lillian mention that Oliver wasn’t married, Scarlett immediately smiled and remarked, “Then, Lillian, you should introduce him to me. With my looks and professional demeanor, I’m very confident.”

To be frank, Scarlett typically wouldn’t consider ordinary wealthy people, but someone who casually booked an entire floor of presidential suites couldn’t be classified as ordinary.

They arrived at Radiance Hotel shortly. Scarlett had already arranged for two security guards and a hotel attendant to await them at the entrance.

Two imposing Rolls-Royces were parked at the hotel entrance, and the two security guards swiftly opened the car doors to welcome them.

The first to step out was Wayne, who came around to assist Oliver. Oliver was

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with Calista following as they disembarked.

security guard extended his hand to take Yancy, Oliver shook

Frederick,

the CEOs of some major corporation. At that moment, a notion crossed his mind. He

wealthy could afford to look down

in close to Lillian, discreetly surveying the people present. She didn’t recognize Wayne, Simon, Oliver, and

The one with him is Frederick’s older sister. Both of them are doting on Yancy. They don’t care about anything else; it’s him who’s paying

glance at Wayne and Simon. “What about those two? Is the car theirs,

understanding of cars, far beyond Lillian’s knowledge. Scarlett was well aware of the

many people drove luxury cars. That didn’t necessarily mean they owned them, though. They could be

entered the hotel. “They’re all his. Those two are

check-in

guests who booked entire floors of luxury suites; even those who secured just one presidential suite

the guests and a supervisor of the housekeeping department,

suites. Frederick, Lillian, and Yancy occupied one suite, Melinda occupied one, Oliver occupied one, Wayne and Simon each had one, and Calista had

suites. Would you like me to arrange check-out procedures for them?”

to her without so much as a glance in her direction. “No need; I prefer a peaceful setting. That’s why I’ve booked the entire

there’s anyone else

his response as

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suites on this level are exceptional, boasting top-notch soundproofing.

all those words; he was clearly someone who spared

expense.

the two suites. She just wanted to make a good impression on him, to

glance. He was too engrossed in holding Yancy.