Thirty minutes later, Nathan Johnson appeared at the most famous international hotel in Central.
The hotel was magnificent, a six-star establishment, with expensive rates, usually occupied by celebrities and tycoons.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson..." The sixteen receptionists at the front desk saw him enter the lobby and stood up, uniformly bowing in greeting, their voices slightly sweet, making people feel a tingling sensation down to their bones.
Nathan raised an eyebrow, gave them a nod, his graceful demeanor making the women's hearts blossom with joy, their smiles unable to close.
Some bolder girls started winking at him; men who are both handsome and wealthy are rare to see, everyone wants to seize the opportunity, and if he takes a liking to them, they won't have to worry about food or drink for a lifetime.
Nathan gave a faint smile, indifferent to the women's coquettish behavior, and strode into the VIP exclusive elevator.
