Good-for-nothing son-in-law becomes super rich

Episode 11

His car sped continuously, slicing through city streets and arriving at a five-star hotel's expansive grounds. By the mere name, Dion knew from Ivory that this hotel belonged to him.

Dion parked his car beside the hotel. At that moment, the atmosphere was deserted. Not a soul saw Dion park there.

By chance, the guard on duty was attending to nature's call in the restroom, while the other three were in the midst of a shift change.

Thus, it was during this shift transition that Dion entered the hotel's courtyard unexamined.

The hotel Dion visited was vast and luxurious, sprawled over 30 acres, soaring up to 60 floors, housing a multitude of rooms with varied accommodations.

The rooms included standard, superior, deluxe, junior suite, suite, president suite or penthouse suite, single, twin, double, family or triple rooms, connecting rooms, murphy rooms, accessible or disabled rooms, smoking or non-smoking rooms, cabana rooms, and more.

The amenities offered by the hotel were unquestionably luxurious. Even the standard rooms were far from ordinary compared to those at other five-star establishments.

After parking his car, Dion walked into the hotel lobby, but he forgot that he hadn't changed his clothes since being ejected from his ex-wife's house.

"Damn, how could I forget to change my clothes? Well, I'll just shower and change in the room - or order some new clothes," he thought.

Dion's unkempt appearance certainly shocked the receptionists, who couldn't believe that a beggar or homeless person had entered their establishment. They wondered where the guards were.

Yet, as seasoned professionals, they served Dion courteously.

"Good evening, Sir! How may I assist you?" greeted one receptionist as politely as possible.

"I need the best room in this hotel. Do you have one?" Dion asked nonchalantly.

"Excuse me, Sir. Did you make a reservation beforehand?"

"No, I just walked in and decided to book a room," Dion replied casually.

"If you haven't made a room reservation, I'm afraid we can't accommodate you today, except for a standard room," the receptionist said, growing impatient.

"Is this a hotel policy, or are you just making it up?" Dion asked, slightly annoyed.

He thought about how he was always regarded as a vagrant, no matter where he went. Do people only judge a book by its cover? Poor Dion.

"It's your own fault, Dion. Why keep dressing in those tattered clothes? You're wealthy; why not buy something new?" Dion berated himself internally.

The waiter, noticing Dion's growing anger, responded arrogantly—an unacceptable attitude in any prestigious hotel, even less so in a budget one.

The receptionist serving Dion was new and still training, which might explain the somewhat poor treatment of a guest.

"If you can't afford to rent a room here, you better leave than offend the sight of other guests," the receptionist snapped.

"What did you say? I can't afford a room in this hotel?"

"From your look, you seem like a beggar, pretending to be something you're not, thinking you can afford one of our five-star rooms. Look in the mirror," the receptionist retorted.

"Listen! I came here intending to rent a room and you're being arrogant. Aren't you afraid of being fired by your boss?" Dion asked, abandoning courtesy.

Dion especially hated being yelled at by anyone, women or men alike. He had endured enough humiliation from Jasmine, his ex-wife, and her family in the past year.

Dion's life had been filled with the vicissitudes of street living until Mr. Wolf discovered him helpless and saved him.

And now, he was being insulted again—by an employee of his own hotel.

"This cannot stand," he thought to himself.

"What must I do to stay in this hotel?" Dion demanded, beyond caring.

"I've already told you…" the receptionist curtly dismissed Dion, abandoning all formalities.

"We can't fulfill your room request without a prior reservation. Get that. Now leave!"

Dion's anger flared at his employee's rudeness and the feeling of being expelled, yet he could do nothing as his grandfather had not yet officially ceded authority to him.

"Wait for the right time!" Dion pledged silently.

"What's going on here? Why all this commotion in the lobby?" inquired a young woman about Dion's age.

"Manager Sherly! There's a beggar here who wants to stay in the hotel. He's demanding to book our best room."

For a moment, the woman called Sherly looked at Dion's disheveled appearance. It was no wonder her employee thought he was a beggar; Sherly could hardly blame them.

"Is that true? You want to book the best room in this hotel? Can you afford it?" Sherly asked skeptically.

"Ms. Sherly," Dion said, noticing the name tag on her uniform.

"I do wish to stay here, and I want the best room. Is that wrong?"

"You're not wrong. But you should know, our premium room is extremely expensive. Only the wealthy can afford it."

"Just tell me which room the hotel has available. There's nothing I can't afford," Dion insisted, weary of being dismissed.

"Ha! A vagabond like you acting proud, inquiring about our finest room's price—it's laughable!" The receptionist mocked openly.

Manager PO, overhearing her employee interrupting them, became angry and signaled for silence.

Subdued by the gesture, the receptionist dared not speak again.

"There's no harm in simply informing you of our best room's price," she said before brusquely handing Dion the room rate list, hoping he would leave once he saw it.