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.
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