Lydia Zeal had been working a little over three years as the duty Manager in this eight star hotel, so she had seen many healthy people as well as quite a number of multi-billionaires. After all, those who could come were influential one way or the other.
Sure, the money deposited into the membership card could be withdrawn, and many mega companies would reload ten of millions of money to entertain clients, but it was definitely her first time seeing someone deposit one hundred million into a card atone go. People like this would most certainly multi-billionaires, or they wouldn't dare make such an act.
Though the multi-billionaires were the top few well-known names listed on forbes, it was only after Lydia had approached the circle that she realised there were a lot more invicible rich people in this world than one would emagine. In fact, not even one percent of them were probably listed on forbes.
Most rich people were actually low-key, and this young man in front of her eyes was clearly one of the invicible rich, the richest of the rich at that.
He's so young. He's definitely the son of an invisible rich family.
But in reality, Lydia despised Dalton the moment she saw him as his outfit probably cost less than two hundred, and commoners like that were everywhere. So she was certain Dalton had come to mess with them after hearing that he wanted to deposit one hundred million into his membership card.
That said, because of her professionalism she still ask Dalton carefully and also made the transaction for him. She was even wondering how Dalton would get out of this situation when the transaction failed. In fact, she was already getting ready to call security, but lo and behold, the transaction went through. Alas, clothes really didn't make the man.
Lydia, who was already exposed to high society, yearned to join them, even wishing she was one of them in her dreams.
Though many nouveau riche had made a move on her, she honestly never thought much about those pudgy men, as most of them just wanted her body. Moreover, according to her knowledge, none of those who made a move on her were genuinely rich, just a bunch of fake babbling nouveau riche.
What she wanted was for a geniune nobleman to take a liking to her, and those people usually love a low-key life. This young man before her eyes was clearly one of the best, as he didn't even bat an eyelids whe he deposited a hundred million for food.
This man fit all her criteria-- young, rich and low-key. She decided she must latch onto him as he was her best shot at changing her life. She absolutely could not miss it, and she was very confident in what she could offer.
The attendant who called Lydia over, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to kicked herself.
If she had handled the membership process for Dalton, then the KPI would be hers. But because she asked Lydia to come over, she could only get a tiny slice of the pie.
"May I please have your ID, sir? I'll sort you out with a membership card," said Lydia to Dalton after calming to herself.
To that, Dalton handed her his ID.
In actuality, he had seen through their perfunctory attitude. What membership are you going to sort me out with when you didn't even ask for my ID? It's obvious that you don't believe I really wanted to deposit a hundred million and only ask for my ID after the successful transaction.
However, Dalton could not care less as he had received far too many dirty looks over the past twenty years of his life. Besides, these ladies were still consideredly respectful. If he was elsewhere, the security would've long chucked him out.
"I'm a student at Rochdale University. From this day on, I will have all my meals here. Prepare the best ingredients according to breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If I can't show up, just throw away and continue to make the next meal.
Everyone was once again flabbergasted by Dalton words. If we're to use the finest ingredients for all three meals everyday, it'll cost hundreds of thousands a day! Even if it's made for only one. Also, he did say to throw the food away if he can't show up? What nouveau riche is that? No, this is no longer nouveau riche but super freaking rich! What's more, he's a student at Rochdale University. He's already so rich, so young. He must be the legendary Mr. Perfect.
Everyone was making sheep's eyes at Dalton at this point, wanting to latch onto him even if it means sacrificing a little.
They wouldn't expect to be able to turn from rags to riches, but if they could even associate themselves with the super-rich like Dalton, it would already be winning in life.
Right then, all Dalton had to do was beckon them, and they would very likely line up to serve him in bed.
"Alright, Mr. Liddle, we'll do as you request."
After getting his membership card, Dalton was escorted to a lavish private room.
"This is our hotels best private room, Mr. Liddle. We will serve up you dish later. This is my name card. You can give me a call if you need anything. I will provide you with the best service."
At that, Lydia handed Dalton her private card. It wasn't the one the hotel provided but the one she printed herself. They were given to those that she thought fit her criteria.
Dalton accepted the card, and when he took it, Lydia brushed her fair, slender fingers against the back of his hand accidentally on purpose, tickling him.
What a tender hand! This woman sure can tease. She's such a succubus. Dalton mused.
Very quickly, the table was filled with world-class ingredients like lobsters, abalones, king crab, tamahawk stick, foie gras, jamón, cavier, and more, as well as a bottle of lafite 1983 on the side. Every dish looked absolutely appetizing.
The bill for this meal would most come up to million, and Dalton couldn't possibly finish it all , but he didn't care as money was genuinely all he had left. Can't finish it all ? Chuck them away. I've got the money anyway.
This is exactly what I expected from an eight star hotel. Everything's delicious. Dalton mused after taking a bite of everything.
"What do you think, Mr. Liddle? Is it up to your taste? Lydia asked as she bowed right behind Dalton.
As they were close, Dalton could feel Lydia's warm breath brushing against the back of his neck, and he loved the feeling.
"Preety good! As expected as a grand hotel. A ten out of ten. I'm pleased!"
"I'm glad it's up to your liking, Mr. Liddle. Please enjoy your meal. You can call me for anything. I shall leave you to your meal." Lydia got ready to leave when it was about time.
"Miss Zeal." Dalton stopped her." Look at all this food on the table. I can't possibly finish them all can I? Besides it lacks a little je ne sias quoi when there's no beauty to enjoy such a feast with. Would you care to join me?"
He geniunely thought Lydia was a fine one, as her figure and facial features were splendid, and her outfit complicated her shape. Plus, her scent could easily aroused a man's testosterone, and her every inadvertent action could tickle his heart even more so. It would be an absolute feast to be able to share a meal with such a beauty .
"I-I can't possibly, Mr. Liddle. Besides, I'm working right now." Lydia hasitated.
In actuality, she wanted to sit down with Dalton. Hell, she could die to get a chance to get closer to him. Also she might be the duty manager of this hotel, but she actually had never had most of these fine ingredients on the table.
A naket woman would never be as alluring as one wearing a see-through outfit.
Using work to turn Dalton down was nothing but an excuse. Even if her boss found out that she was sharing a meal with VIP like him, the former would only praise her. Besides, she didn't turn him down outright, just that it wasn't appropriate, and answer like this would easily aroused Dalton determination.
Sure enough, Dalton took the bait. "So what if you are? Just come to me if you boss give you a hard time. I'll talk to him. If anything, I'll just acquire this hotel, and you can be the boss." He bragged.
"I shall accept your invitation then."
Lydia no longer insisted and instead sat down, opening the bottle of lafite for Dalton. If she come up with another excuse this time, Dalton would likely get upset, the key lay in knowing when to stop.
As for Dalton bragging about buying the hotel for her to act as the boss, she just smiled and dismissed them.
Hell, he would need to have atleast fifteen billion to acquire this hotel. Though she thought highly of Dalton, she still didn't think he was capable of such things.
Of course, she just thought Dalton wasn't capable. It didn't mean Dalton's family wasn't capable.
Many had a net worth of billion, but most of their assets were virtual, like the stock market. Only the scarce few could pull out billion of cash and these people were geniune elites.
If Dalton could really acquire Golddenn hotel and make her the boss, the she would follow Dalton to the end, even if it meant costing her life.
But of course, Dalton didn't know what was running through Lydia's mind, or he would really acquire the hotel right away. This is nothing! I'd acquire even if it's thirty billion.
Just like that, the two enjoy each other's company as they shared a pleasant meal.