She was enveloped in a faint scent of flowers, the aroma of top-tier Lost Blue perfume—a bottle so small yet costing upwards of a million. Only someone of the Lin family heiress's status could afford such perfume.
"The hotel's suspension isn't our Lin family's loss. I'm not interested in it, just a bit curious—what kind of guest is Mr. Chu receiving that requires such a grand fuss?"
Zhan Bingxue also learned from Qin Zixuan this morning about who was being received. She initially didn't plan to go public with the news, but the heiress before her was the steward of the eighty-sixth floor, and she had shown some dissatisfaction with the hotel's suspension.
Even if Zhan Bingxue was intent on regulating the three major themed halls above the eighty-sixth floor and the hundred-billion club on the ninety-fifth, she simply didn't have the power.
