chapter 19 Just eat and be satisfied!

Hearing about the exotic delicacies, the eyes of the other classmates lit up. "That's one of the best restaurants in Jimstantham City. I've eaten there once, and I'll never forget it in this lifetime. This is a great opportunity to taste the delicious food again," Atlas said with a smile. Hearing Atlas speak so highly of it, and seeing the other classmates so excited, Amira found it difficult to refuse. "Mr. Jackson, why don't you join us?" Amira said to Jackson. "Is that appropriate?" Jackson looked at Atlas. "Of course, it's appropriate!" Atlas quickly responded, eager for this opportunity to strike at his rival in love. The group left the hospital. Atlas's family was wealthy, so they brought three cars. A Chevrolet, a Volkswagen, and a Honda, just enough to fit ten people in. "Mr. Jackson, don't you have a car?" Atlas asked knowingly. "I just returned to the country recently and haven't had the chance to buy one yet," Jackson explained, seemingly oblivious to the other's provocation. "Oh, is that so?" Atlas deliberately drew out his words, his eyes filled with contempt. Atlas felt that this rival in love was really weak. He was only twenty years old and already had a Honda. The other two cars, though not his own, were still family assets. Looking at Jackson, he seemed to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, yet at such an age, he apparently couldn't even afford a car. "Ride in my car," Atlas suggested, pointing to his Honda sedan. "This Honda is worth at least 30,000 dollars." "Atlas you’re really amazing. Ah, I wonder when we will be able to afford a car." The classmates chattered amongst themselves. Although Atlas appeared humble, his pride was unmistakable. At the Hilton Hotel. The three cars slowly drove into the parking lot, but the business at the Hilton Hotel was so booming that it took a while for Atlas and his group to find a parking spot. "This is really impressive." "Of course, this is one of the best restaurants in Jimstantham City." "I heard that the general manager is a beautiful woman." The classmates whispered among themselves, feeling intimidated by such a grand hotel. "I've been here once before, just follow me," Atlas said, acting like a regular customer. Only Amira and Jackson were truly calm. Although Amira had never been here before, she came from a wealthy family and had been to even more grand restaurants in Yash City, so she naturally wasn't intimidated. Jackson, however, looked amused. To be fair, the taste and service at the Hilton Hotel were first-rate. But the price was too high, costing tens of thousands of dollars for a meal, which was unaffordable for the average person. Although Atlas tried hard to show off like a rich man, this act could only deceive his few follower classmates. According to Jackson's assessment, Atlas was at best middle-class, no higher. To gain Amira's favor, spending tens of thousands on a meal showed that Atlas was indeed willing to spend big. Thinking of this, Jackson couldn't help but smile. At the entrance, there was a reception manager who, seeing Atlas's group, immediately judged that they were not high-spending customers and was about to lead them to the lobby area. "Ah?" But just then, the reception manager glanced over and recognized Jackson, who was standing at the back of the crowd, showing a look of surprise. That evening, Jackson followed Chairman Apollo to have dinner, and he still remembered it to this day. But the reception manager didn't know Jackson's name, and didn't dare to go up to greet him rashly. After a brief thought, he led Atlas and his group into a private room. This private room was elegantly decorated and had a tranquil environment. "How did this damn manager bring me to a private room?" Atlas cursed inwardly. He had dined here with his father before, but that was in the main hall and cost over 3,000 dollars. He originally planned to dine in the main hall this time, expecting to spend about 3,000 to 4,000. Although it would be painful, it would be worth it if he could win Amira's favor. But this damn manager unexpectedly led him to a private room. He wanted to suggest dining in the main hall, but at this point, everyone was looking at him, especially in front of Amira. He was willing to spend more money, but couldn't afford to look bad. The classmates took their seats one after another. "Manager, bring the menu." Atlas acted as if he was the host. Seeing the prices on the menu, Atlas's eyes nearly popped out. The cheapest dish was 1200 dollars. With ten people here, at least ten dishes were needed. Including the cost of the private room and other miscellaneous fees, this meal would cost at least 15,000 dollars. Amira glanced at the menu and frowned, "Atlas, shall we go somewhere else? This place is too expensive." "No need, let's eat here!" Atlas decided to pretend to be wealthy. 15,000 dollars? As long as he didn't look bad, any amount of money was worth it. "Atlas, isn't this too expensive?" a male classmate whispered, also shocked by the prices. "Just eat, don't worry about it!" Atlas said arrogantly. After calming his slightly panicked heart, Atlas then looked at Jackson. He insisted on dining here partly to maintain his image in front of Amira and partly to outshine Jackson, his 'rival'. "Mr. Jackson, what do you think of this place?" Atlas asked with a smile. "The tea is good." Jackson tasted the tea and nodded secretly. Top-quality Green tea in such an elegant room could quickly calm one's mind. It's indeed the best tea in the Land of the Red Dragon. Hearing this, Atlas looked disdainfully at Jackson. He had asked about the private room's environment, but Jackson 'misunderstood' his question. The tea is good? Who cares about the tea! "Once the dishes are served, Mr. Jackson should taste them well. After all, for someone like Mr. Jackson, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," Atlas sneered secretly. Jackson just smiled. Soon, the dishes were served one after another. Everyone started dining in. The chefs at Hilton Hotel were all renowned from various places, each dish having its unique characteristics. Even Atlas felt that the 15,000 dollars was well spent. "Atlas, the waitresses serving the dishes are all so good-looking," a male classmate said eagerly. "That's nothing. The most beautiful woman in Hilton Hotel is President Heidi!" Atlas first showed disdain, then longing, "Last time I dined here, I saw her from a distance. She’s really beautiful..." "Is she really that beautiful?" The male classmates were all interested. "Of course," Atlas said dismissively. Knock, knock, knock. At this moment, a knock on the door interrupted Atlas's words, followed by an enchantingly beautiful woman walking in.