On the flip side, he felt a surge of anxiety because there was only one lavish banquet menu prepared in the Diamond Suite, and it had already been served to the guests present. What was he going to do when the real esteemed guests arrived?

Harold sprang to his feet, his voice filled with alarm, “What’s going on here? I reserved this suite! Who do you think you are, causing a scene?”

Bill directed his finger at Harold and asked, “Are you Harold Wilson?”

Harold nodded, puffing out his chest with pride, “Yes, that’s me!”

Bill’s tone turned icy as he commanded, “Bring him to me!”

Without hesitation, two burly men seized Harold, dragging him from his chair.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Harold protested.

“Shut up!” one of the men snapped, kicking Harold’s knee, causing him to collapse in pain before Bill. Bill scrutinized Harold with a piercing gaze that made him quiver. With a swift motion, he hurled a bill at Harold’s head and bellowed, “Who allowed you to use this room?”

Harold cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. “This is a misunderstanding. I reserved the Golden Suite in advance and even deposited three hundred thousand dollars!”

Gerald chimed in, “What’s going on? Harold booked this room. Don’t you have any rules?”

Bill spat on the floor and slapped Harold across the face, growling, “Golden Suite? This is the motherf*cking Diamond Suite! It’s not for you, you bastard!”

The room was filled with stunned silence as his words reverberated through the air. Diamond Suite? No wonder the room was so opulently decorated, with exclusive dishes and wines. Gerald broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that the Diamond Suite was so prestigious that he wouldn’t even be allowed to enter, let alone dine there!

Wendy urged urgently, “Harold, didn’t you say you know Don Albert? Hurry up and explain!”

Harold sighed in frustration. “Shut up! How would I know Don Albert?”

“But, didn’t you just say…”

Loreen shot a cold glance at the siblings during their exchange, coming to the realization that Harold was nothing but a boastful liar. Disappointment washed over her.

Bill sneered maliciously, “How dare you mention Don Albert’s name, you pathetic fool! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He straightened up and commanded his men, “Grab him! I want to teach him a lesson.” Harold was pinned to the ground, unable to budge even an inch. In a flash, Bill seized a bat and swung it down with force!

“Argh..my hand! My hand!” Harold screamed in agony, his body slick with sweat. Embarrassingly, even his pants became damp. He slumped into unconsciousness, leaving Gerald and Wendy pale as ghosts, their hearts racing. Just moments ago, Harold had been brimming with confidence, but now he had been reduced to this pitiful state. Fear of the consequences loomed over them.

Loreen was equally shaken by the scene, her body trembling uncontrollably. She hid behind Charlie, whispering, “What do we do? Will they kill us?” Charlie offered her reassurance, patting her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m here to protect you. Nobody will harm you.” Loreen looked at Charlie with gratitude. While she knew he might not be able to resolve the situation, his words worked wonders to soothe her anxious heart.

Meanwhile, Bill kicked the unconscious Harold, who lay sprawled on the floor, and cursed, “What a coward!” He then turned his glare at Gerald. “And you! You said we have no rules here, didn’t you? Get over here, you fool!”