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Carl Stuart did not dare to take things lightly, and quickly took out his phone to call Harry Cooper. After speaking to Harry Cooper with a cold tone, he hung up the phone.

“Mr. Brent, he said he’ll be right over,” Carl reported.

Brandon Brent’s lips curved slightly in satisfaction, and he nodded, resuming his drinking.

Standing beside, Carl carefully pulled out a tissue and wiped the blood off his forehead.

Before long, the door to the private room opened, and Harry Cooper, the procurement manager of Reverie Inn, walked in.

Seeing Brandon Brent, Harry’s face registered surprise, and he turned to leave.

Carl’s expression turned frosty, and he coldly said, “Harry Cooper, if you dare to step out of this door today, I’ll go straight to your house to have a talk with your mom.”

Harry’s face changed, and he angrily retorted, “Carl, why must you involve my mother over a matter at the poker table?”

Brandon Brent smiled, saying, “Guys, don’t be so hot-tempered. Sit down and let’s talk it out. I’m a person who loves making friends.”

Gritting his teeth, Harry finally walked back in.

Brandon Brent couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that if there was a conversation to be had, the matter would be resolved.

At the Reverie Inn, Lois Abbott had rushed over early in the morning, with the recently recovered Alfred Webb accompanying her.

That’s because today was the most crucial day for Reverie Inn. Whether they could turn the tide and go from losing to winning all depended on today’s performance.

“Is this a dragon fish?”

“Yes, Greg Jensen especially got it for me.”

Alfred looked at his daughter with a teasing smile. “Greg’s pretty good to you, isn’t he? I guess he won’t be mistreating you in the future.”

“Dad, what are you talking about?” Lois’s face turned red at once.

Laughing heartily, Alfred said, “What, you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“I don’t know!”

Lois huffed, turning her face away petulantly, though her lips betrayed a sweet smile.

Amused, Alfred did not press the matter further and shook his head, walking toward the entrance.

“Alright, let’s go check out the entrance, Chestor Ware is hosting guests here today. We must get every detail right.”

“Okay.”

Lois responded and followed her father out. As they approached the door, she paused and said to Harry who was nearby:

“Have the fish tank moved to the lobby, Chestor wants to see the dragon fish for himself.”

“Understood, Ms. Abbott.”

“Remember, no problems can occur. Life or death of our hotel depends on today.”

Harry’s expression tightened, and he gravely assured, “Rest assured, Ms.

Abbott, even if something happens to me, I won’t let anything happen to the fish.”

Lois nodded, “Thankyou for your hard work!”

“It’s what I should do,” Harry replied with a smile.

As Lois’s figure gradually receded, the smile on Harry’s face slowly faded as he gestured for two waiters.

“Bring a cart over here. Later, take this fish tank to the lobby.”

“Right away, Manager Cooper.”

After the waiters left, Harry looked around and then quickly stepped into Lois’s office.

Upon entering the office, he rapidly took out a small paper packet from his pocket, opened it, and sprinkled the powder inside into the fish tank.

After finishing, he breathed a sigh of relief, crumpled the small piece of paper into a ball, and threw it deep into the trash bin.

The two waiters arrived with the cart, and Harry acted nonchalantly as he helped them lift the fish tank onto the cart while specifically instructing:

“Be very careful, better to move slowly than to make any mistakes.”

“Understood, Manager Cooper.”

Watching the two waiters push the dining cart away, Harry Cooper seemed as though someone had drained all his energy, and he let out a long sigh.

He first made a round in the kitchen, then proceeded towards the lobby on the first floor.

At the entrance of the Reverie Inn, a red carpet extended from the doorway to the edge of the parking lot.

Alfred Webb and his daughter Lois Abbott stood at the entrance, waiting in person.

Behind them were two rows of attractive women, dressed in red cheongsams, ready to welcome guests.

Lois glanced at the time and instructed, “It’s about time, they should be arriving soon. Get ready.”

The hostesses hurriedly checked their makeup, then stood neatly in the welcoming posture they had rehearsed.

Meanwhile, the hotel’s waitstaff also lined up in two rows, standing on both sides of the aisle.

Moments later, a luxury motorcade composed of more than twenty cars slowly approached from a distance.

Leading the pack was a Rolls-Royce, the vehicle of Riverhaven County’s wealthiest man, Chestor Ware.

Sitting in the twenty or so cars behind him were Chestor’s friends.

Over the years, Chestor’s health had deteriorated. Having heard that Dragon fish could prolong life, he had issued a reward.

As long as someone could find the Dragon fish, Chestor would bring his friends for a meal, and afterward, he would make the hotel his regular spot.

Once this news got out, it immediately drew the attention of all hotels.

After all, Chestor Ware was the richest man in Riverhaven County, and his friends were either wealthy or of high status.

Just having Chestor’s regular patronage was enticing enough, let alone attracting so many other wealthy guests.

As one of the finest hotels in Riverhaven County, the Reverie Inn had seen a significant decline in business, and it wasn’t an exaggeration to say it was on the brink of bankruptcy.

And Chestor, he was their chance for a turnaround.

If they could win Chestor’s favor, then the Reverie Inn could return to its former glory and even surpass it.

If not, there was nothing left to do but await their demise.

Both Alfred and his daughter Lois were well aware of this, so when they saw the motorcade arrive, they immediately rallied their spirits.

As the car stopped at the entrance, Alfred Webb quickly jogged over to personally open the door for Chestor.

“Mr. Ware, sorry for not greeting you from farther away.”

“Ha ha, Mr. Webb, you’re too polite.”

Chestor Ware, around sixty years old with greying hair neatly combed and eyes that still showed vitality, yet had a sallow complexion that seemed slightly listless.

He exchanged some casual pleasantries, looked at Alfred with surprise, and asked:

“Mr. Webb, I heard you were ill a while back. Are you… better now?”

“Ha ha, luckily, I encountered a Divine Doctor and, fortunately, pulled through.”

“Divine Doctor?”

Chestor’s eyes immediately lit up, “Where is this Divine Doctor from? Introduce me.”

“Uh, no problem, I will give him a call later tonight.”

“Ha ha, then I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

“No problem.”

With a smile, Alfred saw the rest of the wealthy guests exiting their cars and quickly said, “Let’s not stand here anymore, please come inside.”

“Ha ha, let’s go see my Dragon fish.”

Chestor appeared to be very excited, leading the way into Reverie Inn.

“Welcome!”

The hostesses and waitstaff on both sides of the aisle bowed deeply as they saw Chestor arrive.

“Brother Alfred has really put in the effort.”

“Of course.”

Chestor seemed very pleased with Alfred’s arrangements, chuckling as he entered the hotel.