The floor manager looked at Sean Lennon and said softly.

“Say, Mr. Lennon, why don’t you just head back?

“This is an unnecessary debate.”

There were tinges of resentment in his voice.

“Why is it unnecessary?”

Sean turned his head slightly and looked at the floor manager.

“Hah! The results are already set in stone for this matter!

“You have no idea how terrifying the identity of the other person is.

“You wanna snatch something from their hands? I advise you, you’d better not order a death sentence for yourself.”

The more the floor manager spoke, the more incompetent he felt Sean was.

Yesterday, Gordon Zigger had liaised with the hotel’s deputy general manager directly, that was why the floor manager had no idea of the relation between Sean and Gordon.

However, so what if he knew?

Even if Gordon and Sean knew each other, it would have been not much of use.

Even the Zimmers, which were the rising star amongst the River City aristocrats were nothing when compared to this VIP.