Inside Room Seventeen, the atmosphere was oppressive.
As long as Harry Hunter remained silent, no one dared to eat, drink, or make rry. Everyone quietly waited for the girl who could influence his mood to arrive.
The mont Isabella Weaver pushed the door open and entered, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
This girl finally ca, and if she hadn’t, they might have been crushed under the powerful aura of Harry Hunter.
Harry Hunter sat on the sofa and, upon seeing Isabella Weaver, patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit down.
Isabella Weaver felt the atmosphere in the private room was odd today, but she had no ti to investigate further. She sat on the sofa, maintaining a slight distance from Harry, and asked softly, "What’s going on?"
"Why didn’t you tell you were upset?"
Isabella was taken aback. Had their relationship beco so close that she could easily confide in him about her grievances?
Moreover, her character was to bear everything herself, she wasn’t fond of troubling others.
"It’s fine, I lost this job, but I can find another one. There are plenty of similar jobs out there."
"No need to look, I’ve already found one for you."
Isabella was sowhat surprised at how thorough and efficient he was!
"Jeremy Duff, co here!"
Jeremy Duff was already trying his best to reduce his presence, but unfortunately, Harry Hunter refused to let him off.
He reluctantly stepped to Harry Hunter’s side. "Young Master."
"Isabella, from today on, Jeremy Duff will be your assistant."
"What?"
Isabella was so shocked she almost fell off the sofa!
"The Royalton will be under your managent from now on. If you’re not satisfied with Jeremy as your assistant, you can fire him anyti, just like he fired you today."
Jeremy’s face went purple, yet he didn’t dare utter a word of rebuttal.
Isabella was stunned. She finally understood why Jeremy was so respectful and courteous to her and why everyone had been staring at her without doing anything. The root of it all was Harry here.
But why could he decide the ownership of the Royalton?
Isabella had this question in her heart but knew this wasn’t the right ti to ask. She looked at Harry, her tone filled with gratitude, "Mr. Hunter, thank you for taking such good care of , but I can’t accept this huge favor from you. Besides, I’m just a student and not capable of managing such a big club."
"If you don’t know, you can learn. Isn’t Jeremy your assistant? If he can’t teach you, then find soone else!"
Harry’s voice was indifferent and domineering: "The club is yours, if you don’t want it, then let it close down. I told you before, I never take back what I’ve given away."
Isabella felt helpless. He suddenly beca so domineering that she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
And Jeremy, the boss, seed extrely afraid of Harry, hurriedly guiding her to the office, giving her a detailed introduction to Royalton Club’s situation.
At nine in the evening, Isabella sat in the ultra-luxurious office that once belonged to Jeremy, surrounded by a group of people reporting their positions and nas to her.
But Isabella didn’t take in a single word.
Her mind was filled with Harry’s image, pondering his unparalleled aura, his noble deanor, and his disregard for everything around him. She finally realized he might not be an ordinary wealthy young master.
She had leaped from a small server who was ordered around to a grand boss surrounded by people, all with just one word from him.
His influence was beyond imagination.
This night was far from peaceful, whether for the Royalton or for Isabella’s heart.
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