The Adams family had risen to first-tier status, naturally earning the right to dine on Moon Viewing Restaurant’s top floor. The single room there, known as the Imperial Suite, commanded respect by its very reservation.
In the past, the Adams family couldn’t have dreamed of booking such a prestigious space. But times had changed-their meteoric rise was visible to all, making them worthy of such luxuries.
Entering the Imperial Suite, they found others already seated-three unfamiliar faces alongside the Adams family members. A couple around Scarlett and Harvey’s age, accompanied by their son. The woman exuded refinement, adorned with a pearl necklace and white coat-every inch the wealthy socialite. Her husband carried himself with the unmistakable air of old money. Their son, a well-dressed man in his late twenties, wore his artistic sensibilities in his long hair and carried himself with cultured grace.
The trio’s eyes fixed on Georgia as she entered, studying her intently.
“Georgia, let me introduce you. This is Hugh Falcon, your uncle-my cousin’s son.”
Georgia politely greeted her uncle, who responded with warm laughter and enthusiastic gestures toward the chairs. “Sit, please sit!”
His wife mirrored his warmth, while their son maintained an air of aristocratic detachment. Yet his eyes kept returning to Georgia, clearly struck by her presence. Her perfect blend of stunning beauty and elegant bearing created an irresistible vision. Despite his extensive experience with beautiful women, he’d never encountered someone quite like Georgia.
After greetings, everyone took their seats-with Georgia deliberately placed next to the young man.
She failed to notice this arrangement, taking her seat casually.
As soon as she sat, Hugh spoke up, “I’ve long heard that the Adams family daughters are all beauties, with Georgia crowned their finest flower. Seeing you today proves those words true-truly a top beauty.”
Georgia remained silent, but Scarlett jumped in, “Of course! Just look at who her mother is.”
“Hahaha!” Hugh’s laughter rang out-the kind of laugh only wealth could produce.
“Indeed! Scarlett, you remain a stunning beauty even now-still captivating at your age!”
His flattery warmed Scarlett’s heart considerably.
Watching the exchange, Old Mrs. Adams smiled. “Georgia, Hugh is quite the business magnate in Zlando. His empire spans many fields, particularly entertainment and real estate. Worth billions-they call him ‘Billionaire Hugh.'”
“Haha! You’re too kind, Aunt.”
“His son Luther,” she continued, “just returned from studying abroad. He’s achieved great things in music, even performing at an international music festival a few years ago.”
Old Mrs. Adams’s introductions carried the unmistakable tone of a matchmaker.
Georgia responded with a noncommittal “Oh,” feeling slightly uncomfortable. She’d expected a simple family dinner, not this setup with outsiders. Perhaps it was about business-explaining her grandmother’s unusual warmth.
Speaking of business, people usually came to her, not the other way around. But with everyone already here, she could only wait patiently for them to state their purpose.
Luther’s lips curved into a slight smile as he extended his hand. “A pleasure to meet you at last. Your business reputation precedes you-I see now it’s well-earned!”
Georgia shook his hand briefly, maintaining professional courtesy.
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Meanwhile, in the lobby, a muscular man in a suit approached. His build marked him clearly as a driver or bodyguard. He greeted the owner familiarly, “Mr. Lander, the usual arrangement.”
Wesley responded apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mr. Newell, but the Imperial Suite is already booked. How about the eleventh floor? It’s just as private-only one room there too.”
“What?” Lyndon’s brows furrowed into deep lines, his eyes boring into Wesley.
“Mr. Lander, there must be some mistake,” he growled questioningly.
Wesley, seasoned in handling difficult situations, maintained his composure. “I know you’re with Edmund, but today you’ll have to yield. They’re already seated, food’s being served-I can’t just kick them out!”
“Please coordinate with Edmund about using the eleventh floor. I’ll give you a twenty percent discount.”
Lyndon’s anger erupted. “Mr. Lander, do you know who’s dining with Edmund today? Jack’s chief, the captain of the Guards, and the old regional commander. You want them to eat beneath someone else’s feet? Are you disrespecting them?”
These were Hiphia’s most powerful figures-each capable of making the city tremble.
Lyndon continued haughtily, “You’d better negotiate with them to clear out. When Jack arrives, if there’s no place to sit, the consequences won’t be pleasant.”
He punctuated his threat by slamming the desk.
Wesley clasped his thigh in distress. “Mr. Newell, that’s not what I meant! But this is really difficult-the people upstairs aren’t ordinary folk either.”
Wesley had seen Georgia’s husband at Fcon Hotel two days ago. His own standing in Hiphia had earned him entry to that event. He’d witnessed firsthand as Georgia’s husband killed Kendall of the Saint Dragon Business Association. More importantly, news had arrived today that Saint Dragon Business Association had been completely destroyed.
His threats had proven real-he’d actually eliminated the entire Association.
Such a person was not to be trifled with, and Wesley was too shrewd to wade into those dangerous situations.
“Not ordinary?” Lyndon laughed like a clown. “Then you should know the people coming are even less ordinary! They’re Hiphia’s heavyweights-one word from them could shut this place down forever.”