chapter 36 Misfired

"Kid, what's with the attitude? Our family's business has nothing to do with you," Monica snapped. Clarence glanced at Monica. She just said she was worried about the four major families harming Rachel. Wasn't the wealthy young master worried about that? Rachel had just become the CEO of Nyse Group, and immediately there was a young master asking for her hand. Whether they were after Rachel's beauty or Nyse Group's assets remained unclear. But even if there were no hidden motives, Clarence didn't want to see his sister-in-law mistreated. Some things were just unwilling, and forcing them wouldn't work. He had an obligation to take care of Rachel for his brother. "She's my sister-in-law, so it concerns me. With me, Clarence, around, the four major families in Zensea wouldn't dare to touch her." "You don't have to worry about Sis Rachel's safety." He waved his hand, not wanting to stoop to Monica's level. After all, she was Rachel's relative, and making things ugly wasn't good. "Rachel, do you think he's speaking human language? What are you thinking? Do you want Rachel to be your brother's widow forever?" "Camille and Lester are getting old and want grandchildren. If you care about your sister-in-law, you should let her marry and settle down!" Clarence said lightly, "I don't need outside interference. If you want to marry, go ahead. After all, you're still charming, and maybe that young master will fancy you." "You... are you speaking properly?" If that young master really took an interest in her, she wouldn't mind divorcing her husband. But the problem was, she was already old. How could she catch the eye of that young master? Lester sighed. "Well, forget it. If Rachel doesn't want to, let's drop it." But Monica waved her arm and shouted sternly, "Forget it? We can't delay this for even a minute!" "The young master has set his eyes on Rachel. Don't embarrass yourselves. In front of him, your Nyse Group means nothing!" "Mr. Ivan said that if you don't agree today, he'll tear down this rundown villa!" She wasn't exaggerating. She had made a promise and was determined to see it through, with firm support from the other side. If Rachel really didn't cooperate, she would end up in trouble, just like Rachel. Clarence raised an eyebrow. Initially, he wanted to let this matter go. But hearing someone dared to threaten Rachel, he became somewhat interested. He wanted to see which wealthy young master in Zensea didn't know better than to mess with his sister-in-law. And as a deterrent, let everyone in Zensea know that Rachel wasn't a widow to be trifled with. "Well then, Sis Rachel, let's go meet this young master together." Monica and Camille exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of disdain. "Heh, thought you were something, turns out you're scared," Monica smirked. "Be sensible, Rachel. Don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe Mr. Ivan will be kind and take care of you." "Clarence, don't go. I really have no interest." "It's okay, it won't hurt to take a look. Besides, we're just wasting time." Monica immediately made a call and got a response quickly. "Let's go. Mr. Ivan is waiting at the hotel. If you're late, you won't be able to afford the consequences. Mr. Ivan is very busy." As they chatted, they left the villa. Half an hour later, at the Hullton Hotel in Zensea. This was the only five-star hotel in Zensea, luxurious and upscale. As they reached the entrance, Rachel paused, her expression somewhat grim. Meanwhile, Camille and Lester wore expressions of discomfort. "Why are we meeting here?" Camille said, exasperated. "What's wrong?" Monica asked. "This is where Chad and I held our wedding banquet." Clarence paused, recalling how Chad's family had been jubilant not long ago, but now everything had changed. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of emotion. "What are you standing around for? Don't keep Mr. Ivan waiting. Hurry up and come in with me." "Let's go in. I need to speak with the hotel owner anyway," Clarence said calmly, walking in directly. "Hello, are you here for dining?" A waitress in a dress approached as they entered the lobby. "Of course, we're here to eat. Isn't that obvious? Stop dawdling. Lead us to the luxury dining area upstairs," Monica replied impatiently. "Sorry, ma'am, but the luxury area requires membership. Do you have a membership card for our Hullton Hotel?" The waitress maintained her polite smile, displaying professionalism. Membership? Monica didn't have a Hullton Hotel membership card. She couldn't afford one, considering the hefty price. But Mr. Ivan surely had a membership. "We're here to see someone. Do you know who Mr. Ivan is? He's waiting upstairs for us. If we're late, you won't be able to afford the consequences. Move aside!" Monica assumed that mentioning Mr. Ivan would surely get them inside. But the waitress just smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. You can call your friend upstairs and have him inform the front desk. Then we'll let you in." "What an idiot. No wonder you're just a waitress. With your attitude, you'll be serving tea for the rest of your life!" Monica felt embarrassed, especially in front of Clarence. She had wanted to show off but ended up embarrassed. "What's wrong, Monica? Won't they let us in?" Camille ran over and asked. "It's fine. I'll make a call." Monica dialed Mr. Ivan's number, but to her dismay, there was no answer. And throughout the call, the waitress kept smiling at her, making her even more embarrassed. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and let us in. Mr. Ivan is busy and can't answer the phone. If our meal is delayed, you won't be able to afford the consequences!" The waitress knew Spark, he was indeed a member here. But the hotel had its rules and couldn't bend them. Just then, a man with gold-rimmed glasses approached. "Madam, Hullton Hotel has its rules. If you want to dine in the luxury area, show your membership card. If you don't have one, then I'm sorry, we'll have Mr. Ivan come down to meet you. If you dare cause a scene here again, don't blame me for calling security." The man was Rick Franklin, the general manager of Hullton Hotel. To rise to such a position at the age of thirty-five, he must have had exceptional abilities. If everyone could just make up excuses to dine in the luxury area, how could Hullton Hotel do business? Monica saw "General Manager" written on Rick's badge and her face turned somewhat unpleasant. "Do you not fear offending Mr. Ivan by conducting business this way?" she retorted. Rick smirked. "So, you're friends with Mr. Ivan? And his friends don't even have a membership card?" "Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?" With that, Monica fell silent.