"Well, Shit." Jack''s face looked like he had eaten shit.


    " Why? Is there something wrong with her?" Emma asked.


    "Nothing, just take care of yourself; I''ll be back tomorrow," Jack said.


    "Oh, alright, I saw Yana today on the campus; she is leaving us, do you know?" Emma inquired, her voice growing increasingly strained with sickness.


    "She went there already? I know about her leaving the country; she''s studying aboard," Jack confirmed Emma''s guess.


    "Well, I didn''t get to talk to her as I was busy with something else; I heard it from someone else. Alright then, I feel sleepy; I''ll see you tomorrow," Emma said.


    "Alright, good night."


    "Good night."


    After ending the call, Jack reached out to the kitchen reception once more. This luxurious hotel boasts a variety of reception types.


    "Hello, Sir, We will deliver anything you order to your room within 20 minutes. A very formal voice sounded from the opposite side of the phone.


    "Yes, I would love to have a fine wine and something to eat with it," Jack said with azy voice.


    He was actually craving the taste of a fine wine; thest time he had wine was with Yana.


    "Yes, sir, we have many varieties of wine. I would rmend ourtest stock of ''Screaming Eagle'' from America, California, and Almas Caviar to go with it." The voice swiftly suggested.


    "Alright, bring one bottle of that wine, and that caviar—bring me the bigger size." Jack really liked caviarst time he tasted it.


    "Yes, sir, I would send it right away." The voice said it and waited for Jack to end the phone call. Jack pushed ended the call right after oreing.


    Then Jack waited 5 minutes, then his doorbell rang. Opening the door, Jack saw the waitress with a cart waiting smilingly.


    Jack wanted to just take the cart from her hand and close the door.


    "Sir, I would live to serve you the drink and introduce you to our newly added service," the waitress said.


    Jack gestured for her toe inside. Jack was seated on the couch and waited for her to pour the drink. The ss was sleek and beautiful when she pulled it out of a chilling box.


    The waitress first wore the gloves, then opened the bottle and poured red wine into the ss.


    Then she swirled it a little and presented it in front of Jack. Then she pulled out a ck-colored box, which looked exquisite, and opened it to reveal a circle tin box.


    Opening the tin with her hand and getting a golden spoon from the cart, she presented the caviar in front of him.


    The wine tasted phenomenal; the mellow vor of fruit just calmed every nerve of Jack, and then looking at the Almas Caviar, which was golden colored, Jack took a spoon full.


    The whole Caviar melted in his mouth without any effort; it appeared that the heat within his mouth was sufficient to melt the eggs.


    Tasting both the wine and the caviar, Jack felt so good that he forgot about the waitress who was waiting to show him the new service.


    After drinking about three sses and finishing three sses and one tin of 200 g Caviar, Jack felt satisfied.


    Closing his eyes, he reclined back and rxed on the couch.


    "Both of these things tasted so good. You''re apetent waitress. You patiently waited for me to finish my drink. Let''s hear it, your new service." Jack opened his eyes and straightened his posture from his reclined position.


    He was excited to learn about this new service, which the waitress was eager to introduce.


    "Sir, this is the room tab, and all our services are included, so you can see the picture when you order something from here." The waitress showed Jack a tablet that allowed him to order services online, eliminating the need for multiple phone calls.


    "Ahahaha, you''re toote; I am going back tomorrow. This service is nice, though." Jackughed and reclined again on the couch.


    Jack was wearing the bathing gown, a ck-colored gown that was shiny, and his wet hair was still dripping.


    The waitress, seeing Jackugh, blushed a little. Jack''s charm was increasing day by day as he was getting ustomed to his wealth, which was changing with it.


    "Sorry, sir," the waitress apologized, her head lowered.


    "Don''t worry about it. Take back your tab. I might go for breakfast tomorrow, and then I''ll be gone. Jack was a little drunk after three sses of wine, so he gestured the waitress with his hand at his pants and then closed his eyes.


    The waitress was stupified, because usually very wealthy and powerful guests live in these suites, and she is not understanding what the guest was gesturing at.


    Jack was waiting for the waitress to bring his purse after tipping her he''d just sleep soundly.


    The waitress, not understanding what Jack was gesturing at, simply picked up Jack''s underwear, which was also beside his pants, and gave it to Jack.


    Jack, who was waiting for his wallet, felt a cloth in his hand. Opening his eyes, he looked at his underwear, then looked at the waitress.


    Jack blinking his eyes, it took him 10 seconds to realize what just happened, then got up from the couch, putting down the underwear, and pulled out his wallet from his pants.


    Then he tipped the waitress 100€, locking the door. Heughed out loud. The waitress who was still outside Jack''s door got shivers from theughter.


    Jack then slowly came to the bed, sleeping soundly; he woke up at 9 in the morning. After waking up, Jack first brushed his teeth, then, after freshening up, went to the gym and exercised for 30 minutes, then returned to his room and took a shower.


    After showering, he pulled out his globetrotter bag, then he pulled out his ck set of clothes.


    Emporio Armani boxer briefs in ck


    Ermenegildo Zegna Slim-Fit Wool Trousers ck


    AMI Paris Logo T-Shirt ck


    Prada Re-Nylon Bomber Jacket ck


    Saint Laurent Chelsea Boots ck.


    After putting his watch on his wrist, Jsck looked at the mirror,bing his hair. He nodded. Jack was trying to be as confident as possible—not overconfident but confident.


    Pulling everything from the suite, he stored them inside his bag and then went to the restaurant of the hotel.


    As he was eating, a waiter came to Jack and slowly said, "Sir, our manager wants to have a conversation with you; after your breakfast, can you please talk with him?"


    Jack nodded his head without even looking at the waiter and continued to eat his food. After washing his hand, he went back to the table he was eating; the whole table was cleaned, and an older-looking person was sitting in the opposite chair where Jack was sitting before.


    As Jack arrived, the person wanted to stand up. Jack gestured for the person to sit down, and then he took a seat himself.


    "Sir, I am Alberto, the manager of this hotel; I hope I am not taking up your precious time." Alberto was very polite in his manner.


    "It''s alright, so you''re here for?" Jack asked, he was confused, why would the managere to him and be this polite.


    " Sir, As a guest in our hotel, I hope you are satisfied with our service, as today is yourst day with us. We would give you a silver card; using this card, you''ll be getting a t 10% on any room booking in any of our branch." Alberto gave Jack a silver-colored card that had a line written in it.


    '' 10% Discount on room bookings.''


    "Alright." Jack took the card and put it inside his wallet.


    "Sir, your total bill of eating and drinking is with me as well; you don''t have to wait in the reception desk to pay it." Alberto swiftly pulled out a tab, which showed Jack''s expenses.


    There was some food bill''s, and yesterday night wine cost Jack around 8K€ and caviar cost Jack about 6K€. Apparently the caviar was 30K€ per kilogram, although Jack has money, but his eyes still went wide with shock for a second, but he concealed it in a second.


    "Sir, we served you the best this world has to offer, or we tried our best." Alberto smiled and presented the 19K€ bill to Jack.


    Jack pulled out his card and showed it to Alberto, as if saying he''d be paying with his card.


    "Of course," Alberto said. As soon as he saw the card appearing, he smiled with relief.


    Alberto, the old manager of this legendary hotel, was concerned when he heard that a young man between eighteen and neen has a bill on his head over 19K€.


    After seeing the young man, Alberto was actually happy. Alberto was a manager-level employee, and with a nce, he recognized the watch on Jack''s wrist.


    The minimum price of that watch is at least in a six-figure segment.


    Jack swiped the card as he looked at the old manager and smiled.


    *Ting*


    "Thank you for your patronage, sir; we''ll be delighted to host you again." Alberto stood up from his seat to shake Jack''s hand.


    Jack also stood up to shake hands and took his bag and got out of the hotel; before he could, a waiter took his bag and smiled.