Chapter 93 VIP Card And VIP Room

• “I'm sorry, Mr. Wheeler. I didn't know this would happen. Let me deal with it right now,” the server said hastily. “Dear patrons, I'm sorry, but a VIP wants to use this VIP room. I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I'll ask someone to move your dishes to your new table. It won't take up a lot of time.”
• Hearing his words, everyone in the private room tensed up.
• Fabian's cheeks turned crimson red, and Douglas was practically drowning in embarrassment. He had just announced pompously that only those with high status could enter the VIP room and claimed he knew someone who worked at Gold River Hotel.