Chapter 18


    The receptionist called someone from senior management, Mark White. “Hello, Mr. White. An


    executive from Johnny''s Antiques wishes to reserve the entire ninth floor...”


    “Did Johnny Green personally request it?” A strong and steady voice traveled from the phone.


    The receptionist whispered, “No, it''s an executive from hispany.”


    “Get him to scram. Only Johnny has the right to reserve the entire floor in Johnny''s Antiques. So


    what if he''s an executive?” Mark replied.


    The receptionist hung up and said apologetically, “I’m sorry. My superior has already stated that


    only Mr. Johnny Green has the right to enter the ninth floor. Sir, you might want to book a ce


    somewhere else.”


    Oliver''s face darkened.


    “If that''s the case, let''s go to another hotel.


    We don''t have to hold our gathering here,” someone murmured.


    “Yeah, Oliver. We only came here to reminisce. Let''s not get our good mood spoiled by this trivial


    matter,” Irene added.


    Apparently, she had heard of Lana''s reputation. She knew that the ninth floor was not a ce that


    commoners could enter.


    “Let''s go to another hotel,” Rafe suggested quietly. He was afraid that Oliver would be upset. After


    all, if Oliver got upset, his opportunity to earn money would be destroyed just like that.


    What''s so bad about suffering a little grievance and behaving more humbly to seal the deal?


    “Are you looking down on me?” Oliver''s expression turned frosty. He no longer concealed the


    mockery in his eyes.


    His motive for attending the gathering was to unt his wealth.


    Irene chimed in, “What has it got to do with you, Rafe?”


    “You''re merely a middleman. To put it bluntly, you''re just a lowly dog. What right do you have to


    speak?” Reba scolded.


    The rest of the group began berating Rafe as well. “Yeah, why are you interfering in this matter?


    You should just shut up and mind your own business.”


    Rafe''s face immediately turned as red as a tomato. He remained frozen on the spot and did not


    know whether he should leave or stay.


    Even the receptionist looked at Rafe pitifully.


    Being poor was a sin.


    The only reason Rafe was criticized was that he was poor and had no status.


    “Sir, I''m sorry. Please don''t make too much noise here,” the receptionist reminded.


    Seeing that everyone was criticizing Rafe and standing up for him, Oliver felt a little more


    comfortable.


    Donald sighed softly and patted Rafe on the back. Thereafter, he looked at Oliver and asked, “If I


    can bring you to the ninth floor, will you consider buying that apartment and giving Rafe a


    substantial amount ofmission?”


    Oliver froze, then burst outughing. “Donald, are you kidding me? How can you bring us to the


    ninth floor? Have you lost your mind?”


    Irene also looked at him with contempt. “That''s right. Take a good look at yourself. You can''t even


    afford a normal private room. Yet, you im that you can bring us to the ninth floor? Stop boasting!”


    “How arrogant and vain,” Reba remarked cidly.


    “All right, Donald. Since you wish to show off, let''s see you try.” Oliver turned around and stared at


    Donald. Many emotions flickered in his eyes.


    Mockery, disdain, contempt, and derision could be detected in his gaze.


    “How should I prove it to you?” Donald was expressionless.


    “As long as you''re able to bring us to the ninth floor of this building, I''ll buy that apartment. I''ll even


    give Rafe two million worth ofmission!” Oliver dered.


    Rafe, on the other hand, pulled on Donald''s sleeve worriedly and whispered, “Donald, that''s okay. I


    don''t need thatmission. Let''s go.”


    Yet, Donald patted him on the shoulder once more. “It''s okay. Leave it to me,” he said.


    Thereafter, he took out his phone and called Lana. He had gotten her number from Charles.


    “Who''s this?” A sweet andnguid voice came from the other end of the phone.


    “I''m Donald.”


    The other person fell silent, but Donald could hear her breathing grow rapid.


    “Donald, where are you?” Lana''s pleasant voice continued to reverberate from the phone.


    Donald exined, “I need your help. I have a ss gathering today. I''m currently on the first floor of


    the Rivebale Hotel. We are unable to book a room. Thus, I wish to request for you to open the ninth


    floor for us. Is that okay?”


    “All right. I''ll head over and settle it. Wait for me there,” Lana agreed.


    Donald hung up and said calmly, “Let''s wait for a few minutes. Someone will arrive shortly and


    arrange things for us.”


    Oliver looked at him in disbelief and mockery. “You''re lying! What right do you have to enter the


    ninth floor?” he scoffed.


    Irene and Reba giggled and looked at Donald as if they were looking at a fool.


    Even the chairman of Johnny''s Antiques had to book beforehand to enter the ninth floor. No one


    believed that Donald could settle it with a simple phone call.


    The receptionist did not believe him either.


    A few momentster, a muscr man walked over swiftly. He appeared to be around thirty-five


    years old and had a menacing appearance. He was bald and a ck lotus tattoo covered his head.


    One could tell that he was not a good person at first nce.


    He was, indeed, Mark White, the most prominent figure in Rivebale Hotel and also Lana''s loyal


    lackey.


    His sharp eyes scanned the crowd.


    Everyone felt as if they were pierced by that gaze of his. His aura was too intimidating.


    “Who''s Mr. Campbell?” Mark asked.


    Donald calmly replied, “It''s me.”


    “Follow me to the ninth floor. The ninth floor is open to you today,” Mark said.


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    Although his tone was polite, his gaze was focused on Donald ferociously.


    There was suspicion and curiosity in his eyes.


    Everyone was stunned upon hearing Mark''s words.


    What''s the situation? Is Donald secretly an influential figure? That''s the renowned ninth floor! Even


    the richest man in Pollerton has to book beforehand if he wished to enter it. How


    did he settle it with one phone call?


    Oliver widened his eyes while Irene and Reba covered their mouths in shock.


    “Is Donald seriously hiding something from us?”


    “Donald, give me a hint. What''s going on?”


    “Please follow me.” Mark walked ahead, and the crowd trailed after him in a daze. They walked into


    a private elevator.


    After they got onto the ninth floor, everyone was stunned speechless.


    Is this the legendary ninth floor?


    It was like a giant amusement center. Large paintings of mountains and rivers adorned the wall.


    Oliver could tell that the paintings were authentic pieces painted centuries ago. Three years ago,


    they were sold for a sky-high price of forty-five million in an auction. He did not expect to see these


    paintings on the ninth floor.


    Irene and Reba stared at Donald. They wished to find out his true colors.


    However, Donald remained extremely calm.


    “Can you fulfill your promise now?” Donald nced at Oliver.


    Rafe felt like he was dreaming. The situation was too unbelievable, and he felt surreal. Is this the


    Donald I know?


    Oliver''s expression turned rigid. However, he nodded. “I will definitely fulfill my promise. But, what''s


    going on?”


    He was unwilling to admit defeat.


    Johnny''s Antiques was already a powerfulpany. Its worth was a whopping ten billion, but


    still, with that amount of power, only Johnny himself could enter the ninth floor.


    Yet, Donald settled the matter just by making one phone call. The stark contrast made Oliver feel


    extremely upset.