Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 84

Charlotte and Isabelle covered their mouths in shock as they looked toward the guest who had just spoken.

Visibly taken aback, Charlotte remarked, "He's the son of a branch manager? I never would've guessed."

Isabelle agreed, saying, "The branch on Ninefort Street is pretty big! No wonder this guy's so arrogant. The hotel manager probably won't mess with him now."

Leaning against the staircase railing, I watched the scene unfold with a smile.

Victor wouldn't mess with him now? Oh, please. Even if his dad were the general manager of the whole bank, he'd still have to watch himself.

Sure enough, when Victor heard who the guy was, he didn't even flinch. In fact, he got even more brazen.

"If you think your dad's such a big deal, why don't you call him and see what he has to say about this?"

The young man, clearly full of himself, snapped back, "Fine! I'll call him right now. Don't you fucking regret it!"

He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number before putting it on speaker proudly to flaunt his authority.

"Dad, I damaged a painting at the hotel I'm at. The manager knows who you are but is still acting tough with me. What do you think I should do?"

A gruff voice quickly sounded. "They still dare to act tough after finding out who I am? Who's looking for trouble? Go ahead and smash every painting in that hotel, Jacob. Don't worry. If anything happens, I'll take care of it!"

What arrogance. It was no wonder this young man was so reckless—the apple clearly did not fall far from the tree.

Victor sneered. "Mr. Powell, that's pretty bold of you."

"Who is this? How do you know my name?"

"Oh, come on. Didn't we have dinner together just a few days ago? You were toasting me, saying you'd treat me like family. Have you already forgotten about me?"