The entire room erupted in laughter.
“Quentin, you haven’t changed a bit. Your bragging skills have only gotten better.”
“You don’t still think you’re the same Mr. Holland from back then, do you?”
Georgia laughed heartily.
“Looks like you didn’t go bankrupt after bidding for Eternal Love, huh?” Brian mocked.
“If you don’t believe me, you can come up with me later,” Quentin said coldly, his expression indifferent.
“Even this floor costs nearly tens of thousands per table, let alone the top floor.”
“Quentin, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just say whatever comes to mind.”
“I’d like to see if what you’re saying is true. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of everyone.”
Russell insisted on bringing everyone along to see Quentin make a fool of himself, unaware that they were about to be embarrassed themselves.
Quentin said nothing and dialed the number Eileen had given him for the manager, William Baxter.
“Hello, Mr. Holland, have you arrived?” William asked on the other end.
“We’re on the middle floor now. Send someone to bring us up,” Quentin said before hanging up.
“Haha, Mr. Holland, are you just now making a reservation? Can you even get one? We really want to see the view from the top floor,” Brian sneered sarcastically.
Quentin ignored him. Soon, William and several staff members arrived at the middle floor.
William approached and said, “Miss Pittman, please move to the top management.”
Miss Pittman? Who is Miss Pittman? Everyone was puzzled.
Georgia was ecstatic. Could it be that the Parry family had prepared such a surprise for her?
Everyone looked at Georgia with envy.
She stood up and said, “Mr. Baxter, you are so kind…”
William walked past her directly and bowed in front of Charlotte, making a gesture of invitation. “Miss Pittman… please!”
The room fell silent.
Charlotte was stunned. Were they inviting her?
The manager of the Royal Hotel, William Baxter, personally welcoming Charlotte to the top floor? William was a renowned businessman in Stresall.
Russell and the others were dumbfounded. What was going on? Had Quentin really reserved the entire top floor?
“Did they invite the wrong person?” Charlotte asked.
“It’s you, Miss Charlotte!” William confirmed.
Quentin looked at Georgia and said, “Do you want to come up and take a look?”
Georgia and the others gritted their teeth. “What’s the big deal about going up there? It’s just a place. What’s so special about it?”
“The Parry family has invited a big shot tonight! Let’s see how they embarrass you later!”
Quentin and Charlotte’s family followed William into the elevator, heading straight to the top floor.
The Pittman and Parry families also waited for the elevator or took the stairs up.
Everyone had been expecting to see Quentin make a fool of himself but didn’t realize they were the ones about to be embarrassed.
“Quentin, are you serious? Do you know that not just anyone can go to the top floor, and it’s very expensive?” Charlotte asked in the elevator.
“Just trust me,” Quentin said calmly.
Charlotte nodded. She chose to trust Quentin this time, but she was still puzzled.
After all, not just anyone could access the top floor. Yet Quentin had not only reserved it for a banquet but also had William personally come down to greet them.
The elevator finally stopped at the top floor. The doors opened slowly…
What greeted them was an unprecedented level of opulence, far surpassing that of the middle floor. Through the glass windows, it felt like they were floating in the clouds, with a panoramic view of Stresall below.
This was the unparalleled scenery visible from the top floor of the Royal Hotel.
Charlotte and the others were in awe.
At the entrance, numerous staff members in formal uniforms had been waiting for some time.
Quentin and his group followed William out of the elevator and walked towards the restaurant.
Soon after, members of the Pittman and Parry families also arrived upstairs.
“Welcome Mr. Holland and Miss Pittman to our hotel!”
William and all the staff bowed deeply to Quentin and his group, their attitudes extremely respectful.
Charlotte’s family was flattered and couldn’t believe it was real; it felt like a dream.
“Mr. Holland, Miss Pittman, please come in.” William half-bowed with a smile, inviting Quentin and his group to sit down.
“Bring those people outside in as well; there are plenty of seats,” Quentin said with a faint smile and a cold tone.
“Understood.”
William immediately welcomed the Pittman and Parry families inside, unaware that they had just been mocking Quentin downstairs.
The day before reserving the top floor, Quentin had informed Eileen to arrange everything.
Since access to the top floor required a prestigious identity, Eileen had Stresall’s city lord Zaid make the reservation and told William that Quentin had arranged it.
It wasn’t hard to guess that someone who could instruct Stresall’s city lord must be exceptionally wealthy or influential. If William knew that Russell and others had been mocking Quentin earlier, he would have been furious and kicked them out.
Russell and the others were shocked but flattered as they entered the restaurant. The luxurious decor left them in awe.
Georgia and Brian felt even more frustrated; once again, Quentin had embarrassed them.
It was a terrible feeling.