¹²HE WANTS TO MAKE THE LATTER JEALOUS

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HE WANTS TO MAKE THE LATTER JEALOUS

Carlson didn't expect to hear it; the thought of coaxing Ryo shattered like a glass.

“Being with him was a big mistake, and honestly?”

Ryo looked back at Carlson.

“That male prostitute was designed by that asshole in your arms, believe it or not.”

“He's lying!”

Sachin stiffened and screamed after Carlson's hand on his waist loosened, and hearing how the crowd-splitting opinion became one, all supporting Ryo, made him panic.

While Carlson got the answer, why didn't he get a taste of a virgin Ryo? He couldn't believe it was all because of Sachin. His eyes were painted red like a whirlwind of regret that was too late.

How can he take Ryo back? His momentum was cut off when Ryo threw something.

“From now on, we have nothing to do with each other.”

A diamond ring rolled down, and Sachin's eyes widened, knowing how pricey the little thing was.

“You're just another picture to burn.” Ryo left after saying his piece.

The crowd helps Ryo escape the scene like a queen without a trace hard to please.

Among the crowd was Iro, watching the drama from beginning to end like a movie.

And Nigel, who's much busier than a bee making phone calls, assessing, and checking the flow of business from behind, was also watching the show unfold.

Iro raised a hand to one of the staff to do something for him.

Right after Ryo leaves, Sachin takes all the care from Carlson and sympathy from Brandon, while Dini adds fuel to the fire, demanding justice for what happened to his son.

Until their group of four was shot cold and unprepared.

A kind manager approached them, saying that their reservation was canceled due to a maintenance problem.

“What?”

Dini was the one to react because of his own greed, he couldn't afford to miss such an opportunity to enter the elite life.

“I'm sorry, but the private room is suddenly under maintenance.”

“Then change our room; isn't that easy?”

Carlson snapped.

“I'm sorry, but that was the last private room we had.”

“No way! Honey, you promised me that we would dine here.”

Dini whines like a juvenile, which makes Brandon helpless.

“This won't do. I booked that room five days earlier. I want to be compensated for this.”

The manager sweats, feeling two people with their four eyes pasted her back like a laser passing through her ribs.

“At the moment there's nothing we can do, surely we can return the payment, but again, I'm sorry we really can't do anything”

Brandon lost his temper while Dini was having a tantrum beside him, and Carlson, who was also angry that his first family date with his fiancée was ruined by short notice, lost his composure. He needed to make brownie points for his term.

Besides, he can't let himself be humiliated after all that he hears from Ryo; he needs to be considered apprehensive, and he wants to make the latter jealous.

“Let me talk to the manager! Do you know who I am? ”

Carlson wanted to snap the employee's head without knowing it was the manager talking to them.

Sachin, who was acting all holy, pushed Carlson gently and held his father's hand, cheering them up with a cheap smile, in contrast to what he was thinking, he was praying earnestly that the two would say no to his suggestions.

Like his mother, he also wanted to be inside for his first step in climbing the socialite's life.

“We can eat dinner somewhere else. Don't push yourselves too much”

Dini wasn't appeased and stomped his feet, but Carlson, as if softened by Sachin's sweet smile, persuaded Brandon to just eat somewhere else.

“What?” Sachin didn't voice it out, but he didn't want either of them to agree.

“I will report this place for not having good service! ”

Brandon pointed a finger at the manager, who was holding a professional smile on her lips, wanting them to leave in a hurry or else she wouldn't be able to keep her work with a pretty good salary.

And when the four people turned their backs, she flipped like crazy to find the next person who needed to be treated the best, who was about to enter the car.

“Excuse me!”

She almost lost her balance to catch up with Ryo, still wearing her professional smile.

“Yes?”

Ryo just wanted to leave as much as possible, but he had to cancel his appointment first. Now that he was ready to go, someone caught his attention.

The manager didn't spill anything and held Ryo's hand gently. A golden key card with three black cubes at the back was placed in his soft, unblemished palm.

While Ryo stared at it uninterested.

“Sorry, what is this? ”

He scanned it like nothing special, making the manager sweat.

“This is the compensation for your cancellation: an upgraded presidential suite for a long-term stay, with all the best privileges and services that the hotel can offer, and this card-----

The manager didn't finish her words and took Ryo's thumb finger. Pressed it three times on the black card to register him as the owner.

His fingerprint fades like magic, and the black cubes remain unchanged.

“Special guest please enjoy the rest of your stay free of everything.”

The manager wanted to cry, creating such big lies because the hotel only had one presidential suite, which was owned by the Reesidex Mysterious CEO, and nothing was free in the number one luxurious five-star hotel, and that card was almost telling Ryo, You're the owner already.

“What?”

Ryo stared at his thumb, clean from ink after feeling a few pricks; the card had his fingerprint sucked and gone.

And in front of his car were the four people staring at him with red veins in their eyes, who were just making a scene for being canceled, while he was compensated big time, effortlessly.

He smiled wickedly, taunting them.

A chauffeur walked beside him, taking his car key with elegance, while he waved the golden card in the air, or more to say, slapping their faces.

Brandon and Carlson were dumbfounded, while the onlookers who saw what happened were staring towards Sachin and Dini like they were some gigolos.

“I don't believe it was as simple as that.”

Sachin cooked something to make Ryo the worst.

“What do you mean?" Brandon met his eyes with questions.