Riches in Disguise

Chapter 84

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!"

his phone and dialed a number before putting it on speaker proudly to flaunt his

hotel I'm at. The manager knows who you are but is still acting tough

finding out who I am? Who's looking for trouble? Go ahead and smash every painting in that hotel, Jacob. Don't worry. If

this young man was so reckless-the apple clearly did not

that's pretty

How do you know my

days ago? You were toasting me,

Then,

right. This

the person you offended was Mr. Hart? I'm so sorry, Mr. Hart. I

trouble! Hurry

young man was utterly dumbfounded. He probably never imagined that his bank manager father would be so afraid of a boutique

own authority-he represented my father, and

the young man quickly stammered