Chapter 6 Connections
"Mr. Walker, that's not what I meant. Really, there's no way I can arrange the private room for you today. Next time you come, I'll give you a 50% discount. Holidays are just too busy, and I apologize for the lack of hospitality. Next time, I'll personally offer you a drink as an apology," the chubby manager spoke as he retreated, seemingly eager to attend to other matters.
Connor, feeling humiliated, was left aside. The employees advised him to let it go and eat elsewhere. But Connor was determined to restore his face.
"It's alright, wait for me, I know the owner of this hotel. I'll find him, and he'll surely arrange a private room for me."
Claiming to know the hotel owner, in reality, he had only met him once at a friend's gathering. At that time, Connor wanted to flatter him, but being from different circles and levels, the billionaire hotel owner didn't pay him much attention, and his attempt to send a message was politely declined.
Sophia knew about this incident.
Sophia stepped forward, "Connor, let's go somewhere else to eat. Even if you find the owner, he won't free up a private room for you. Don't waste everyone's time."
Connor already had a fire burning in his heart, and with Sophia's words, he became even more upset.
"Sophia, what do you mean? Do you also want to step on me? Are you saying that if your husband steps forward, he can free up a private room?"
"Don't bring my husband into this. I'm just reminding you out of good intentions, don't waste everyone's time."
"I haven't even found Mr. Rield yet, how do you know he won't give me an audience?" Connor insisted on finding someone.
But after searching around, he came back dejectedly, "Mr. Rield isn't here, let's go somewhere else."
Sophia shook her head speechlessly.
Remington, standing next to them, glanced at the clock on the lobby wall.
"It's already 7:40." He was starting to lose patience. His schedule was always planned meticulously. He would never waste time on such fruitless waiting.
Although slightly impatient, he maintained his composure and looked at Sophia, saying, "Why don't we just eat here? I'll see if I can manage to secure a private room."
"Just you?" Connor almost laughed out loud, "If I can't get a private room, what makes you think you can? Don't be ridiculous, alright?"
Sophia stepped up, "Connor, can you stop being sarcastic every time you talk to my husband?"
"Me being sarcastic to him?" Connor glanced at Remington, "I think he doesn't even know his own status."
Sophia felt embarrassed. She hesitated, not knowing how to continue.
To Remington's ear, she quietly reminded him, "Mr. Waverley, I know you just got insulted, but you can't level it like this. Don't make a scene, let's go somewhere else."
"It's alright. Leave it to me." Remington lightly patted her arm and casually took out his phone, walking aside to make a call.
Firstly, he didn't want to waste any more time. After eating, he still had to go back to look at a document.
Secondly, the bankruptcy identity arranged by Charles made Sophia the target of ridicule from the partners. Sophia was his nominal wife, and he had to support her in some way.
After finishing the call and walking back, Connor made another mocking comment, "Still pretending to make a call? Sophia, if your husband can bring a private booth today, I'll give everyone a live strip tease."
Sophia suddenly felt very embarrassed. She didn't care whether Remington was bankrupt or had money. But if Remington acted like Connor and insisted on showing off, but seemed incapable of changing the situation, it made her speechless. She looked at Remington with disappointment.
At this moment, the chubby manager hastily returned, glancing at the crowd waiting outside LuxePalate, before finally locking his gaze onto Remington.
Was this the important person the boss said they couldn't offend?
Even though he exuded a strong presence and was extraordinary, the chubby manager still felt somewhat uncertain.
Would someone as wealthy as this important person come to their three-star hotel to dine?
The chubby manager cautiously approached Remington, "May I ask if you are Mr. Waverley?"
"Mhm." Remington responded lightly.
The chubby manager, as if receiving a holy blessing, quickly and respectfully said, "Mr. Waverley, our boss just called and asked me to prepare the best private booth for you. This way, please, this way."
Connor, Sophia and over ten employees were in awe, “This… what just happened?”
"Let's go, let's go eat first," Remington looked at Sophia, and she looked shocked.
"Remington, do you know the hotel's boss?"
"I don't know."
Amidst everyone's shock and disbelief, they were all led into the private booth.
After settling down, Connor's malicious and mocking remarks, which he had prepared ahead of time, were forcefully swallowed back amidst the employees' discussions.
"Is this the most luxurious private booth at LuxePalate Bistro? It's too big, too spacious, too luxurious."
"I heard that the minimum spending requirement for this private booth is over five thousand, and they also charge a fifteen percent service fee. Will they waive the service fee for us later?"
"Definitely, didn't you see how much face the hotel owner gave to Miss Sophia's husband?"
Connor was very unhappy, and he snappishly said looking at Remington, who moved the chair for Sophia, "Remington, the minimum consumption for this private room is over 5,000. It is not within the expense standard for employee gatherings. You will pay later."
The plump manager said, "Mr. Waverley, our boss said that whatever you want to eat or drink today, feel free to order. It’s on the house. Furthermore, our boss is on his way here, and he wants to personally toast you and hopes you can give him some time."
Connor's face turned extremely unpleasant.
As a farmer who had gone bankrupt and had no penny left, what face could he possibly have?
"Remington." Sophia lightly pulled the corner of Remington's clothes, "What is your relationship with this hotel owner? Why is he giving you so much respect?"
Remington handed her the menu, "You take a look and order whatever you want."
Sophia had countless question marks in her mind. Who has the leisure to order food now?
Remington reminded her, "Go ahead, order."
Throughout the meal, the plump manager and several waiters served them like they were attending a chairman, respectfully waiting by their side.
During the meal, the employees also asked Remington some questions, mostly answered by Sophia or casually responded by Remington.
As for Connor, he kept a gloomy face the entire time.
After the meal, as the group prepared to leave, the plump manager politely tried to persuade them, "Mr. Waverley, our boss is stuck in traffic. Could you wait a few minutes longer for him? He wants to personally meet you, just a few minutes."
Remington naturally knew that the hotel owner was stuck in traffic and also wanted to meet him in person.
After pondering for a few seconds, he glanced at the manager's name tag and said, "Manager Moel, let's have a chat."
Remington took a few steps away, and the plump manager quickly followed, respectfully.
Remington concisely said, "Manager Moel, I greatly appreciate the convenience provided by the hotel today. I will have my secretary come to settle the bill later. If your boss encounters any difficulties in the future, he can contact my secretary. I am pressed for time, so I won't be able to thank him in person."
With his words, Manager Moel understood that he couldn't force him to stay any longer. The boss had instructed that if they could keep this important person, it would be the best outcome. And if they couldn't, they must send the most expensive and finest wine from the hotel.
That's why the plump manager forcefully tried to give Remington a bottle of wine.
After politely refusing, Remington walked towards Sophia.
"Just now, did the plump manager try to give you a bottle of wine?"
"That wine seems to be worth 20,000 dollars. Not only did they waive the bill of several thousand dollars, but they also wanted to send a bottle of fine wine."
"Mr. Walker, you really shouldn't have made fun of Miss Sophia's husband just now. Look at the respect he has given Miss Sophia's husband. It's extraordinary!"
Connor snorted sourly, unwilling to accept it. "There's nothing left to say. Soph, let's go. What's so great about it? Isn't it just going bankrupt, penniless, and worthless? How much is respect worth?"
At that moment, Remington came back.
Sophia asked, "Remington, what's your relationship with the hotel owner?"