If I were to stay here under my own name, not only would I not have to pay, but the owner and manager would even shower me with gifts.


    "Y-You said how much? Over 30 thousand? Are you fucking out of your mind? You''re telling me that these shabby suites cost over 30 thousand dors? Do you take us for fools?"


    By this point, the receptionist had had enough. "Ladies, you have repeatedly insulted our resort. Aren''t you being too much? We wee your feedback if you have an issue with our services or facilities.


    "However, over the past few days, we have never once treated you poorly, and our service has been exemry. So, may I ask what exactly is your grievance?"


    Mrs. Brown mmed her hand on the counter. "Your fees are ridiculous!"


    The receptionist turned and pointed to the wall. "Our prices are clearly listed. What''s unreasonable?"


    Looking up, the three women finally noticed that a price list was indeed hanging on the wall. However, the price list was crafted out of wooden ques and arranged in a way that made it look more like a decoration. One would only notice it if one looked closely.


    Seeing this, they were even more dumbfounded. It turned out that their suites weren''t even the best ones. I had reserved the best one for Mrs. Cylon. Her room cost 12,999 dors per night, being thergest, most luxurious, and best suite in the entire resort.


    While their suites weren''t the best, they were still among the better suitespared to the others.


    "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible. Are you trying to scam honest people like us? I checked online. Hilton''s best room, even the presidential suite, only costs a few thousand per night. What gives you the right to charge over ten thousand?"


    The receptionist sighed and exined, "As I said, this isn''t a hotel. It''s a vi resort."


    Before she could continue, a group of men in suits approached the front desk. "Miss, please book us three of your premium suites.


    "We''re hosting an international delegation, and some embassy VIPs will also be staying with us. Everything must be wless."


    The receptionist frowned slightly. "The premium suites are currently upied, but you can wait. These three quests are about to check out. Once they settle their bill, I''ll process their departure and arrange your check-in."


    "Really? That''s great!" The men immediately turned to look at Mrs. Brown and herpanions.


    "Ladies, please settle your bill promptly."


    Mrs. Brown''s face turned red as she


    gritted her teeth. "What are you


    rushing us for? Are you all in


    cahoots, acting as shills to


    scam our


    money?"


    The men were taken aback, clearly not understanding what Mrs. Brown was saying. "Shills?"


    The embarrassed receptionist


    quickly interjected, "Please stop spouting nonsense. These gentlemen are regrs here, and they''re city officials. If you offend such distinguished guests, I won''t be able to help you!"


    "Officials? Ha! What a joke. What kind of official would stay at a shabby ce like this?"


    Mrs. Brown strode over to the men. "Where are you officials from? Enlighten me! And just so you know, my husband is also an official!"


    After exchanging nces, the suited men smirked disdainfully. "Oh? And where does your husband serve as an official?"


    "My husband is Malcolm Brown, an official at the Bloomville County Recorder''s office.


    When she revealed her husband''s position, I nearly spat out the tea in my mouth.