Chapter 217: What Is the Real Danger?

This statement overlapped with what Ulysses had once said to Falcona. Her heart ached, and she furrowed her brows, determined to find out the true reason she had to leave. Maybe it was because Gattochi was the son of the hotel owner, but as soon as they got out of the car, someone came to lead the way. They didn't even need to park the car themselves; the doormen scrambled to park it for Gattochi, without even expecting a tip. Falcona nudged Gattochi, who seemed accustomed to this: "Hey! I never would’ve guessed you had so much influence! I thought you were just Ulysses's lackey." Gattochi puffed up his chest a bit, proud and smug as he glanced at her: "Hmph! That's because you humans don’t understand. For someone from a branch family like me, getting the chance to work under the boss is an honor! I'm thrilled!" The hotel's grand decor, with a huge fountain and several exquisite dragon statues at the entrance, showed the owner's wealth and power. Falcona couldn't understand why