“Now, I want you to change these four rooms into a presidential suite.”

The receptionist bowed at Darius politely again before reaching out to take the key cards. Before she could, an unpleasant voice rang out.“If my memory serves me right, anyone who wants to upgrade from a normal suite to the presidential suite has to fork out an additional thousand dollars. Since you’re upgrading from four normal suites, you’ll need to pay four thousand dollars. I doubt you’ll be able to afford it, judging by the rags you’re wearing.”

No one would be happy to suddenly be criticized or insulted by a random passerby. Darius narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the person who’d spoken. However, a hand caught him by the arm.

He subconsciously looked at it and followed it upward to see that it belonged to the receptionist. He exhaled and said, “I don’t think we’re well acquainted enough for you to be doing this. It’s not very appropriate.”

The receptionist’s face turned crimson. She let go of him and