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If we mess with his guest, it might cause trouble.
Seans face twisted in irritation as he slapped the manager across the face.
I told you to do it! Marcus Chapman? So what? I’m not targeting him.
He continued, If hes smart, hell turn a blind eye.
I’ll still treat him as a VIP in the future.
But if he sticks his nose where it doesnt belong, I’m not about to bow down to some corporate lackey!! The manager rubbed his stinging cheek and sighed internally.
Sean had been causing problems at Dream Paradise for years.
Many guests had fallen victim to his schemes, but as the only son of the clubs owner, Sean was untouchable
Meanwhile, Kingsley lay face down on a large bed, enjoying a massage from two Eastonia girls. Normally, one masseuse would be enough, but Marcus had insisted on giving him the VIP treatment.
Kingsley had no ulterior motives he was simply there to relax.
However, the two girls, dressed in treet voices, subtly offered outfits and speaking in overly him special services.
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Kingsley declined immediately.
Unlike some people who were obsessed with Eastonia girls due to their exposure to certain movies,
Kingsley had no such fascination.
There were two reasons for this.
First, he had never been interested in casual flings
Besides, his life was not exactly lacking in female companionship.
Second, the whole concept of Dream Paradises authentic imported staff was nothing more than marketing hype.
Aside from the two greeters at the entrance who spoke fluent, accented Eastonian language, the girls assigned to the rooms barely knew a few stock phrases
Throughout the session, Kingsley heard them repeat only a handful of generic words.
Kingsley quickly realized that in Dream Paradise, the so called foreign masseuses that everyone raved about were not actually imported at all.
They were just local girls wrapped up in fancy packaging, and they only knew a handful of common phrases
Yet, somehow, their broken Eastonian still managed to charm young men into emptying their wallets just for a chance to be here.
Sighing, Kingsley muttered, Man, ignorance is a scary thing.
The woman on his left immediately switched gears, dropping her fake accent and blurting out in a thick, local dialect, Oh, come on, big guy! Are you looking down on us or what? Once you get a massage, you have to pay up- our boss will mess you up if you don’t ! The one on his right chimed in, her accent just as heavy, Exactly! You’re acting all stingy and wont even go for the premium options whats up with that? You’re the first guy Ive ever seen who came here just for a plain old massa ge.
Are you sure its not a performance issue? Kingsley did not get mad.
Instead, he just laughed.
Oh, my staminas just fine.
But ladies, tell me since when do Eastonians speak my hometown dialect so fluently? The two fake foreign masseuses stiffened, realizing they had slipped up
Quickly, they tried play it off, mentioning a few common Eastonian phrases.
The massage lasted 40 minutes, and Kingsley thought his experience was completely forgettable. Meanwhile, Marcus was still going strong he had not reappeared yet.
Kingsley waited a bit longer.
However, seeing that Marcus was not showing up, he headed to the front desk to settle the bill. Marcus had insisted it was his treat, but Kingsley did not really care.
Whoever footed the bill made no difference to him.
The receptionist greeted him with a professional smile.
Sir, for both of you, the total comes to 5,206,000 dollars
She continued, Since its your first time at Dream Paradise, you qualify for our new customer discount, so well waive the extra 6,000.
You only need to pay 5.2 million dollars.
Kingsley raised an eyebrow.
I just got a massage, and even if my friend got, uh, extra services, theres n no way it adds up to ovel million.
The girl at the counter did not miss a beat, extending her hand expectantly.
Theres nothing wrong with the charges the total is 5.2 million dollars.
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Will that be cash or card? Kingsley chuckled, but there was not the slightest hint of humor in his eyes.
He mumbled, Looks like Ive walked into a scam joint.
Interesting
Since the bill is this outrageous, bring it here.
I’d love to see exactly how this place justifies its prices.
Before the receptionist could respond, a stern faced man approached.
The name tag on his suit read: Bryce Turner, Manager.
If the guest wants to see the itemized bill, then show it to him, Bryce instructed, his voice cold.
A moment later, Kingsley had the receipt in hand.
One glance, and he could not help but laugh harder.
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Ten grand for a bottle of water? Damn, It must be divine nectar
Two million for a 40 minute massage? Honestly, I think you undercharged.
A high end place like this should be charging at least ten million, don’t you think? He added, And this disposable slippers, another tenet
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grand for a pair? They must be solid gold, huh? Funny, because, distinctly remember them being plastic.
Without another word, he tore the receipt in half and let the pieces float to the floor. Bryces eyes narrowed dangerously.
Sir, what do you mear by this? Are you trying to enjoy the service without paying? Do you think you, can just walk out of here? Kingsleys tone remained calm as he replied, You’re the manager, right? Go get your boss.
I’d like to ask them in person do they really think this pricing is reasonable?
Bryce let out a cold chuckle.
Sorry, but Mr. Sean doesnt have time for this.
Feel free to file a complaint if you’re unhappy with the price.
But first, you need to pay the bill.
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and within seconds, about five massive bodyguards stepped forward, surrounding Kingsley
These guys were not just for show road shoulders, thick beards, and the kind of dead- serious expressions that screamed they had seen blood before.
Marcus had just finished his business, buckling his belt as he walked into the lobby.
The moment he saw Kingsley surrounded by muscle bound enforcers, his face darkened with rage.
He growled, What the hell is this? Dream Paradise, what do you think you’re doing? Bryce gave him a smirk that did not reach his eyes.
Mr. Chapman, your friend here doesnt seem to understand how things work.
He agreed to pay, but once he saw the total, he suddenly decided he couldnt afford it.
Looks like hes trying to skip out on the bill.
Heh, maybe you can explain to him what happens to people who act tough in Dream Paradise ? Marcus frowned
Skip out on the bill? Thats impossible Mr. Baldwin isnt that kind of guy.
Bryce let out a mocking laugh.
Then you should ask him yourself.
Marcus immediately turned to Kingsley.
Mr. Baldwin, whats going on? I told you, this was my treat.
Kingsley gave him a half smile
Alright then, go ahead pay for it
Without a second thought, Marcus stepped up to settle the bill.
However, the moment he saw the total over five million his expression turned ice cold
He snapped, What the hell is this? I’m a regular here, and you’re seriously trying to shake me down like this? Thats low
Bryce remained unfazed.
Mr. Chapman, either you pay up or you walk away and leave your friend to handle it himself.
Marcus argued, We came here together and you expect me to just leave him? What kind of bullshit is that Bryces tone grew colde
Mr. Chapman, I suggest you don’t get involved.
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