"Sir, are you asking me that question?"
The doorman couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't understand why Braydon Neal was asking about this.
He had been working here for nearly a year. All he knew was that the hotel's lobby manager had always been very mysterious about the behind-the-scenes boss. He had never mentioned them at all.
The key point was that Braydon's question wasn't directed at just the doorman.
Do you really think that Luther Carden and the other ruffians would be at ease when Braydon had left the northern territory alone?
They would definitely send someone to accompany him. If anything happened, they would immediately receive news of it.
After Braydon had asked his question, the four young men who entered the shop one after another turned around and cupped their fists. "Commander, this hotel is owned by BL103!"
Everyone fell silent.
Who was the commander?
It was the Northern King!
