An hour passed.
Sampson finished his al, rose from his booth, and made his way downstairs.
"Mr. Sampson, how was your al tonight? Any feedback regarding our service or any other aspect of the restaurant?" the manager asked, leading the way with a bow and a carefully crafted smile.
anwhile, a girl of remarkable poise got up from her seat.
She was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, leaving only her cool, clear eyes visible.
At just one glance, Sampson, standing on the spiral staircase, was sowhat taken aback. This girl, in both shape and deanor, reminded him of his sister when she was around seventeen or eighteen.
However, she seed to have a stronger aura, more attention-grabbing than his sister had been.
"Mr. Sampson?" The manager, noticing Sampson’s silence, followed his gaze with a puzzled look.
"Is that young lady a regular here?" Sampson suddenly asked.
The manager quickly recognized Kelly, who was behind him, busy arranging her purse.
"That’s Ms. Kelly. She dines here occasionally."
As for Rosemary, who was leading the way, he hadn’t noticed her.
"Kelly?" Sampson murmured the na.
The Piper Group was a top financial conglorate, making waves dostically. He’d heard of them but had never collaborated with them.
He didn’t expect their daughter to bear such a resemblance to his sister in her youth.
Even more than Serena.
This was sowhat unusual.
His phone rang at that mont. It was a call from his assistant, Danny.
"Mr. Sampson, the car is here."
"Alright." Sampson put away his phone and looked again in the direction the girl had left. She was gone.
On the other side, a luxurious yacht was docked at the shore, ablaze with lights.
It was a high-end private club, heavily guarded, offering strong privacy. Only a select few of the wealthy had the privilege to enter.
Usually, celebrities and elites of the upper echelons of society would socialize here.
Once a month, an auction would also be held here.
Those outside could only see a collection of luxury cars along the shore and the lavish, dignified individuals entering the yacht.
But they couldn’t get a glimpse of what was inside, as those allowed in had to et two criteria: they had to be mbers, and they had to have their assets verified.
Kelly had her face and assets verified, as did Rosemary after removing her mask and having her face recorded.
They were then invited in.
Guests could choose a private room or take a seat in the public viewing area.
To avoid attracting attention, Kelly and Rosemary chose a private room.
The room was on the ninth floor of the yacht, considered one of the best rooms available.
All items in the upcoming auction would be projected onto one wall of the room, providing a panoramic view.
"Ladies, please follow ," said a staff mber leading the way.
"Kelly?"
Suddenly, a displeased voice rang out.
A well-dressed heiress, surrounded by a group of close friends, blocked their path.
Rosemary didn’t know who the rich heiress was, but the staff greeted her courteously, "Ms. Angela."
Kelly looked at her, her brows expressing so displeasure. "Move."
"My family is one of the hosts, and you’re telling to move?" Angela looked down at Kelly, then turned her gaze to Rosemary.
"Dressed in a baseball cap and black mask at night, are you here to rob?"
At her words, her friends laughed, looking disdainfully at Rosemary’s outfit.
Everyone boarding the yacht was dressed to the nines, as if they wanted to wear their wealth on their sleeves.
But people like Kelly and Rosemary dressed in casual wear were a first.
"Their outfits show a clear disrespect for our auction. I demand they be kicked out."
The staff was in a quandary. Who would dare to kick out Miss Piper?
Setting aside her family background, she was a top VIP mber of the club.
But Angela crossed her arms over her chest, arrogantly saying, "We’re abroad, not back ho. Our family helped finance this yacht. As one of the hosts, if I say they’re not qualified to be here, then they’re not qualified!"
"Ms. Angela, Miss Kelly is a regular of our club."
Before the staff could finish, Angela sneered, "I’m also a regular, and I have the power to fire you. I want you to kick them out within a minute, or you can get out of here!"
Kelly scoffed, "Whether we’re qualified to be here isn’t up to you! Your family may be one of the hosts, but what does that have to do with you? Do you believe that I could call your dad and have him deal with you?"
Angela, knowing her father’s temper, was instantly angered.
"Stop showing off. When you’re capable enough to be a host on your own, then you can bark at . You’re still wet behind the ears and already causing a scene."
The surrounding guests were laughing, and her friends were anxiously trying to think of a coback for her.
"You..." Angela was so angry that her face changed color.
"When Angela says you’re not qualified to be here, you’re not. If you’re smart, you’ll get out of here, or I’ll have security throw you out, and you’ll be the ones embarrassed!"
"Yes, that’s right. Who gave you the nerve to upset Angela?"
"This isn’t your ho turf. The Piper family can’t run wild here. Get out."
"Out!"
"Is this how you treat guests behind closed doors?"
At that mont, a dignified voice reached their ears.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, their faces changing. The staff was scared stiff and quickly stepped forward, respectfully greeting, "Mr. Sampson!"
Sampson’s power in this country demanded respect from everyone.
Rosemary’s gaze landed on Sampson. She found him vaguely familiar but couldn’t rember where she’d seen him.
He looked young, but he exuded a mature and steady aura, with a strong personal charm that was very attractive.
"So, doesn’t your club need guests anymore?"
As soon as Sampson finished speaking, Angela hurriedly explained, "Mr. Sampson, you misunderstood, she and I were—"
"Angela." Sampson’s aningful gaze fell on her. "There’s a limit to being willful."
Angela was at a loss for words. "I understand, Mr. Sampson."
Perhaps she hadn’t expected Sampson to speak up for them. Her father always spoke highly of Sampson, saying he was a formidable character who deserved respect.
She dared not act rashly in front of her elders and could only signal the staff.
The staff quickly apologized, "We’re sorry, Miss Kelly and Miss Rosemary. We’ve neglected you. Please co with us."
Kelly turned back and thanked Sampson. Rosemary also nodded at him before
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