"Alright then, off you go," Hera responded, trying to send him on his way before guiding Bry and his father inside the facility, where the racecourse manager was waiting for them.


    She then subtly nced at him, thinking, ’<i>What kind of client is he meeting, looking like this?’</i> It wasn’t that she wanted to be judgmental, but he resembled someone going through a rebellious phase rather than attending a business meeting. Shaking her head to dismiss the thoughts about a guy she barely knew and had just met by chance, Hera continued guiding Bry and his father inside.


    Instead of leaving, the man trailed after them like a lost puppy, following them all the way to the lobby. There, the receptionist waited to check their reservation and invitation before allowing them to proceed inside, where the coaches, trainers, and stable boys were already waiting.


    This strict policy ensures that everyone entering the racecourse adheres to the established rules, preventing unnecessary disruptions. It also helps avoid overbooking or scheduling conflicts, which could lead to overcrowding on the track where the horses run.


    The policy also helps preserve the privacy of VIP members, ensuring they have ample space to enjoy their leisure time with clients, business partners, and friends. The racecourse serves as an ideal venue for business discussions, social gatherings, and events of varying scales that the wealthy often host.


    The influx of money here was substantial, which is why Hera suggested to Bry’s father that he try his luck at the Avery Racecourse. She believed his horses were of high quality and well-trained, and it would be a missed opportunity not to introduce him to potential new business partners. She saw it as a chance to benefit both Bry’s father and herself.


    As they entered the lobby, they were greeted by a wide, three-seater front desk crafted from rosewood, featuring the Avery emblem elegantly carved just below and the full name of the racecourse disyed above the receptionist’s heads. The three receptionists were all busy assisting various VIP members and confirming their reservations.


    Once they finished assisting the VIP members, the receptionists called the trainers assigned to neers or the assistants who would arrange the horses, prepare the lounging areas, and set up the changing rooms for their rest and be with their beck and call.


    White lilies were ced at each end of the receptionist’s desk,plemented by an elegant flower arrangement featuring a willow branch. The arrangement showcased flowers of varying heights to highlight the branch while ensuring the vase remained uncluttered.


    On the left side of the lobby was a wall-sized aquarium showcasing expensive ornamental fish, each valued at no less than a hundred thousand dors. Among them were several silver Asian Arowana and a particrly striking golden-orange Asian Arowana, which stood out like a diva amidst the rest. The golden Arowana alone had been purchased for $400,000.


    Thergest fish were grouped together on one side of the wall-sized aquarium, while smaller ones, such as the Peppermint Angelfish originally worth $30,000 but purchased for $120,000 after a bidding war with a collector, were ced on the other side. Alongside them were Polkadot stingrays valued at $100,000 and many more. Careful attention was given to maintaining the saltwater environment where these aquatic animals thrived.


    The collection was so impressive that many people would sit in front of it to pass the time. In response, a couch and coffee table were ced near the wall-sized fish tank. Though still within the lobby, this seating area was positioned far enough from the reception desk to offer a quiet space where those waiting for their ride or simply resting wouldn’t be disturbed by the noise from the reception area.


    As Hera and the others stepped in, the receptionist quickly noticed them and greeted, "Hi, may I know your reservation time, or could you show your invitation if this is your first visit?" The receptionist in the center addressed them, so Hera approached her, pulling out the invitation Cindy had given her. However, just as she was two steps away from the desk, a hand suddenly pushed her aside, making her stumble on her feet.


    "Don’t get in my way, country bumpkin!" a woman sneered, her tone dripping with arrogance. She turned to the receptionist, speaking as if she were addressing a servant. "Hurry up, I don’t have much time. And why are you even dealing with these country bumpkins? Isn’t this ce supposed to be for members only?" She shot Hera a dismissive nce, apanied by a derisive snort.