The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 18

The receptionist called someone from senior management, Mark White. “Hello, Mr. White. An executive from Johnny's Antiques wishes to reserve the entire ninth floor...”

“Did Johnny Green personally request it?” A strong and steady voice traveled from the phone.

The receptionist whispered, “No, it's an executive from his company.”

“Get him to scram. Only Johnny has the right to reserve the entire floor in Johnny's Antiques. So what if he's an executive?” Mark replied.

The receptionist hung up and said apologetically, “I’m sorry. My superior has already stated that only Mr. Johnny Green has the right to enter the ninth floor. Sir, you might want to book a place somewhere else.”

Oliver's face darkened.

“If that's the case, let's go to another hotel.

We don't have to hold our gathering here,” someone murmured.

“Yeah, Oliver. We only came here to reminisce. Let's not get our good mood spoiled by this trivial matter,” Irene added.

Apparently, she had heard of Lana's reputation. She knew that the ninth floor was not a place that commoners could enter.

“Let's go to another hotel,” Rafe suggested quietly. He was afraid that Oliver would be upset. After all, if Oliver got upset, his opportunity to earn money would be destroyed just like that.

What's so bad about suffering a little grievance and behaving more humbly to seal the deal?

“Are you looking down on me?” Oliver's expression turned frosty. He no longer concealed the mockery in his eyes.

His motive for attending the gathering was to flaunt his wealth.

Irene chimed in, “What has it got to do with you, Rafe?”

“You're merely a middleman. To put it bluntly, you're just a lowly dog. What right do you have to speak?” Rebecca scolded.

The rest of the group began berating Rafe as well. “Yeah, why are you interfering in this matter? You should just shut up and mind your own business.”

Rafe's face immediately turned as red as a tomato. He remained frozen on the spot and did not know whether he should leave or stay.

Even the receptionist looked at Rafe pitifully.

Being poor was a sin.

The only reason Rafe was criticized was that he was poor and had no status.

“Sir, I'm sorry. Please don't make too much noise here,” the receptionist reminded.

Seeing that everyone was criticizing Rafe and standing up for him, Oliver felt a little more comfortable.

Donald sighed softly and patted Rafe on the back. Thereafter, he looked at Oliver and asked, “If I can bring you to the ninth floor, will you consider buying that apartment and giving Rafe a substantial amount of commission?”

Oliver froze, then burst out laughing. “Donald, are you kidding me? How can you bring us to the ninth floor? Have you lost your mind?”

Irene also looked at him with contempt. “That's right. Take a good look at yourself. You can't even afford a normal private room. Yet, you claim that you can bring us to the ninth floor? Stop boasting!”

“How arrogant and vain,” Rebecca remarked placidly.

“All right, Donald. Since you wish to show off, let's see you try.” Oliver turned around and stared at Donald. Many emotions flickered in his eyes.

Mockery, disdain, contempt, and derision could be detected in his gaze.

“How should I prove it to you?” Donald was expressionless.

“As long as you're able to bring us to the ninth floor of this building, I'll buy that apartment. I'll even give Rafe two million worth of commission!” Oliver declared.

Rafe, on the other hand, pulled on Donald's sleeve worriedly and whispered, “Donald, that's okay. I don't need that commission. Let's go.”

Yet, Donald patted him on the shoulder once more. “It's okay. Leave it to me,” he said.

Thereafter, he took out his phone and called Lana. He had gotten her number from Charles.

“Who's this?” A sweet and languid voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I'm Donald.”