The middle-aged manager had thick eyebrows and big eyes, emitting an aura of a social elite.
He took the black gold card handed over by the front desk, and then spoke politely but without showing any servility, "How should I address this lady?"
Caroline Edwin looked at him, withdrawing her hand that had been tapping on the desk. "Caroline."
The manager nodded and calmly explained, "Miss Edwin, I am not sure what kind of room you would like, but this card can be used to directly check into the Presidential Penthouse Suite."
Caroline Edwin's face did not betray any excitement, "Just book three ordinary rooms on the same floor."
Her arm rested on the counter, her body leaned back lazily, her posture casual and yet exuding an imposing demeanor.
The manager didn't bother to ask again and used the black gold card to personally book three rooms.
He handed her the card and room keys with both hands, "Miss Edwin, your rooms are ready. I hope you enjoy your stay."
"Thank you."
