PopularNovelChapter 76 As soon as someone entered the room, everyone inside set down their microphones at once, and the place fell abruptly silent.
"Is something wrong?" Citrine asked, puzzled. Her expression still held a trace of annoyance at being interrupted. The man in the lead—a sharply dressed manager in a tailored suit-hurried over to her, eager to please.
"Miss Carmichael, I'm the manager here," he said, bowing his head politely. "I've heard about what happened earlier. It was our staff's fault for disturbing your evening, and I sincerely apologize on behalf of the club." He lowered himself even further, finishing with a deep, respectful bow.
"We've brought you our freshest fruit platters, drinks, and a selection of snacks. I hope you'll enjoy them," he continued, signaling to his staff with a glance. The others immediately caught on and began setting the treats down on the coffee table in front of Citrine and her friends.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you," Citrine replied with a polite smile.
Truth be told, her earlier irritation quickly melted away at the sight of the food.
"There's no need to thank me. It's the least we can do," the manager said, a little surprised by how easygoing she was.
When he first heard that someone had used a black premium card in the club and that one of his employees had offended the cardholder, his heart nearly leapt into his throat.
He'd made a frantic call to headquarters and found out the card belonged to President Carmichael's daughter. Terrified, he'd rushed over in person to handle the situation.
Wealthy heiresses were notoriously hard to please let alone the daughter of President Carmichael, who must have grown up in the lap of luxury. He'd braced himself for a storm of complaints and demands, but to his astonishment, Miss Carmichael had been nothing but gracious. She was the exact opposite of the spoiled, entitled stereotype.
He found himself genuinely liking her.
In less than three minutes, the whole ordeal had been resolved, and the manager -who'd started out a bundle of nerves-now felt strangely cheerful.
Once outside, he assembled all the club's staff.
When everyone had gathered, he addressed them sternly: "Remember the young woman in the leather jacket in the VIP suite. Make sure she has everything she needs tonight, and if she ever comes back, you treat her like royalty. If anyone dares offend her again, you can kiss your job goodbye." With that, he turned to the receptionist who'd caused the incident.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis face hardened. "You. You're done here. Don't bother coming in again." The receptionist panicked. "Manager, please! I'm sorry, I didn't realize she was someone important—I mean, she was dressed so plainly, she didn't look—" He cut her off sharply. "Didn't look what? Didn't look rich?" "Haven't you ever heard of custom designer labels?" Idiot. Wealthy people don't always flaunt brand names.
He couldn't be bothered to argue further.
The receptionist felt her world collapse. Regret twisted like a knife in her gut, but it was far too late for that now. After she left, the manager quietly sought out Sebastian.
"Sebastian, I owe you one for the heads-up. If you hadn't warned me, I'd be out of a job right now." He hesitated, then added, "Tell you what I'll give you a raise. Just nyour price."
Sebastian paused, thinking of the young woman's innocent face m Without hesitation, he refused. "That won't be necessary."
Even though he was desperate for money, the thought of ght of accepting it for exploiting that girl made him feel uneasy. "But I thought you needed the money? Why turn it down?" the manager asked, confused.
"I don't need it," Sebastian replied, offering no further explanation and refusing to budge.
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