One downside of being poor is that individuals like Diana often judge others based solely on their appearance.
He would have ignored that group of people in the past because he lacked the power to retaliate.
But now? He won't allow those people to insult him again. Never!
As Noah observed, Diana finally took his card and worked on sothing on her computer, easing his furious mind.
At least, he won't make her cry; however, he would request that this girl be replaced. How can a receptionist have such an attitude?
Diana was shocked when she saw the na 'Noah Morgan' written on the ID in her hand.
Earlier this morning, she received a notification about this na from their main office in the capital.
'I'm finished now! How could I offend this big shot? Why did he co here disguised as a poor person? Ugh! You're done, Diana! It's over for you! This man will definitely kick you out of this company!'
Diana could only scold herself internally as she tried to prepare the presidential room for Noah. After a few minutes, she was done.
Feeling a knot inside her, she dared to et his gaze. "S-Sir, how many days will you stay here?" she asked nervously.
Noah silently thought for a while. After witnessing how terrible the managent was in this hotel, he decided to stay longer.
"One month. Is there a room available in the presidential suite...?"
"Yes, we have. I will process it for you, Sir," Diana replied politely. Later, she returned his ID card and presented him with the room key card.
"Mr. Morgan, your room is ready. A guide will take you there. Also, I sincerely apologize for my earlier rudeness. I hope you can forgive ..." Her voice trembled as she bowed to him.
Noah was taken aback by her attitude, as the confidence she once had was now fleeting, leaving only a whiter expression behind.
Did she notice sothing on her computer? What caused her to suddenly shift her attitude like this?
Noah set aside his curiosity and asked, "Diana, I think now is when you are supposed to ask to pay. Am I right?"
Although Noah had never stayed in a hotel before, he understood the process. They require paynt or a deposit before issuing the room key.
"Sir, I sincerely apologize for my ignorance in identifying who you were earlier. My database has shown that you are exempt from paying at any of our hotels. You are more than welco to stay here for as long as you wish, Sir."
Noah was taken aback.
'Did Edgar do sothing? Or can she see in the hotel system that I am the owner now?'
Despite curiosity, Noah took the key card and ID and restrained himself from asking further.
"Thank you, Diana. This ti, I will let it go. However, you should improve your custor-handling attitude. It's essential not to judge people based only on their appearance. This is a crucial lesson for hospitality professionals, particularly for you as the receptionist..."
Diana once again lowered her head deeply enough to warm his heart.
"I will rember that, Sir. Once again, I'm really sorry..."
Noah said nothing else and left the front desk.
As he made his way to the elevator, he checked the system and chose [No]. He chose not to take revenge on Diana Kurt.
He felt too tired, hungry, and drowsy to function right now. All he needed was to rest before Edgar showed up.
Not long after Noah stepped into his luxury presidential suite, his system notification chid again—just enough to distract him from his fatigue.
[Revenge Ledger Updated.]
[Target: Julia Hart]
[Status: Success]
[You received Gold Card Access]
[You received a reward of $10,000]
"Success! What has happened to her now?" he wondered as he approached the seating area and took a seat there.
How the system works to punish soone still confuses him.
Driven by curiosity, he checked his phone, shocked by so many notifications.
A faint smile crossed his lips when he noticed the top notification, which lifted his spirits and amused him with how effortlessly he earned money now.
"$10,000 was credited to your 9041919119 bank account." From: Paragon Bank.
Yet, he promptly reviewed the other notifications and noticed multiple missed calls from Julia and his high school friends, who had humiliated him the previous night.
His brow furrowed, wondering what had happened and why these people had suddenly contacted him.
In the past, that group of people would only mock him through text ssages or even ignore him, as if they were afraid that having a close relationship with him would make them poor, too.
Noah opened his Instagram and was surprised by the trending reels he found there.
He learned it was hard to believe. The video that went viral about him last night had been reversed; Julia's once-blurry face was now clear. His face remained blurry, leaving no one aware of his identity; even his na remained vague and untraceable.
The worst part was that Julia's entertainnt career had ended. She fell victim to cancel culture, with netizens blaming her and boycotting all her work.
He checked the entertainnt news, which left him even more astonished.
Nurous contracts Julia had with film projects and companies were abruptly terminated. They are also seeking compensation because of the bullying case, which turned her into a public enemy.
She is now seen not as an inspiring new artist but rather as soone who lacks manners, cos off as arrogant, and exhibits traits of Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Satisfied? Of course, he has never been this satisfied with the result. He had always liked Julia Hart, but after how badly she had treated him, that feeling had already buried itself at the bottom of his heart.
"Julia, you truly deserve this. It seems I'm not your only victim; there are many n you have hard!"
Noah spoke to himself as he stood and walked to the enormous glass window. His gaze rested on the view of the city of Opal below.
This was the first ti he felt on top. He really liked this feeling, but the system he had also caused him to worry and fear. He could ruin other people's lives simply based on his choices. And it all happened so fast.
'This system is scarily powerful!'
Nevertheless, Noah was very curious and excited about what lay ahead.
After standing by the glass wall for a mont, lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly startled him.
He frowned at the door.
"Did Edgar arrive? How co he arrived this fast?!"
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