Jasper felt it at this moment.
The sports car sped up without his awareness and dashed through a rather short distance before it screeched to a halt at the hotel lobby’s entrance.
Jasper immediately alighted and opened the car door. Then, he carried the soft woman in his arms and made his way straight to the hotel’s concierge without looking back.
Jasper tossed both his and Celine’s passport to the check-in counter and said, “The room’s already booked, give me my card.”
While the concierge in Four Seasons Hotel had seen his fair share of things, Four Seasons Hotel was still one of New York’s most prestigious hotels and it was rare to see such a rushed couple.
However, upon reading the information from the system and realizing this Eastern couple had booked a Deluxe Presidential Suite that cost 20,000 US dollars a night, the concierge immediately changed his mind.
Rich people were just different and it showed in the ways they booked a hotel room for salacious activities. They were especially extravagant and carefree. They were much better than broke hypocrites who arrogantly pretended to be gentlemen.
Just as Jasper carried Celine to the hotel lobby and checked in under plenty of the guests’ gazes, an exceptionally handsome and gentlemanly Westerner was also staring at them from the lobby’s lounge.
Precisely speaking, he was staring at Celine.
The young man oozed an air of nobility, and while his expression was calm, anger and humility swirled in his eyes.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man.
“Sir Wharton?”
Wharton snapped back to reality when the middle-aged man called out to him.
Smiling apologetically at the man, Wharton spoke, “My apologies, my mind drifted somewhere else. I’m a little tired today, so I’ll send someone to contact you about what we discussed just now. That’s all.”
At that, Wharton watched as the stranger carried Celine toward the elevator and immediately left the confused middle-aged man alone as he made his way to the concierge.
“I want a room right next to those two,” Wharton demanded the concierge expressionlessly.
“My apologies, sir, but those two booked Four Season Hotel’s Deluxe Presidential Suite. You’ll need to book three days in advance if you want the room next to them…”
Before the concierge could finish his formal reply, Wharton pulled out a low profile black card.
“Your president is a common visitor in my backyard. Could you quickly get to it? I’ll explain it to him for you if it comes to it, but do not waste my time. Understood?” Wharton looked at the concierge calmly and spoke.
The concierge’s eyes widened greatly at the sight of the black card.
This was a top-notch card with no limits from the Swiss Bank. Only extremely formidable and powerful people around the world had one. It was an existence the concierge could never imagine having for himself.
Coupled with Wharton’s words, the man did not dare to hinder him and frantically replied, “I apologize for my disrespect, noble sir. I’ll check you in right now.”
Ignoring the frantic concierge before him, Wharton turned to look at the elevator.
Just then, Jasper was facing the elevator while princess carrying Celine. The woman had her arms around Jasper’s shoulder and her eyes met Wharton’s.
Wharton could clearly see the inexplicable smile that hung on the corners of Celine’s lips.
There was mockery, disdain, and indifference, but no hatred and definitely no love.
With a ding, the elevator doors opened and Jasper carried Celine inside.
The elevator doors closed and cut off the gaze shared by Wharton and Celine.
“Sir Wharton, that was?” The middle-aged man rushed over and quickly asked when he noticed Wharton staring at the young couple who walked into the elevator.
“That woman is my wife, Celine Maynard, the second in line to inherit the Maynard business in the eastern United States.” Wharton had a small smile on his face when he spoke, but his tone could not be more chilling. The middle-aged man sucked in a cold breath at the words.
