Chapter 201: A Lesson Taught

"I'm Beckett Whiteman, and staying at your hotel is a privilege for you. Not just this shabby place, but eighty percent of Steadton’s real estate belongs to us, The Whitemans!" "Hurry up and get me a room, or I’ll have your boss fire you!" Beckett, clearly intoxicated, reeked of alcohol as he spoke. The receptionist tensed up hearing the name. In Steadton, everyone knew The Whiteman – the real estate tycoons, and Beckett was their notorious playboy heir. Known for his idleness and womanizing, he had little else to his credit. "Mr. Whiteman, please wait a moment. I’ll discuss it with the guest," said the receptionist, a young girl. She had landed this job through many connections and feared losing it over offending Mr. Whiteman. After explaining, she hurried after Henry and Zane. "Excuse me, sir, may I discuss something with you?" She caught up to Henry, her voice tinged with fear. Henry and Zane, who had overheard the conversation downstairs, didn’t pay much attention initially