In the distance, I spotted the Park Hyatt Seoul Hotel, renowned as one of the most luxurious hotels in South Korea.
My choice to dine there was driven by the embarrassing fact that I had little knowledge about upscale restaurants, so I resorted to a quick online search for the most luxurious dining establishnts available.
"We're dining in Park Hyatt Hotel?" she asked, her gaze falling on the tall building in the distance.
"Yeah, I heard that the food is great there," I chuckled.
"You haven't eaten there yet?" she asked, curiosity lacing her voice. It seed she found it surprising that soone as wealthy as hadn't dined at such a place.
I made a quick recovery to save face.
"I'm what you call a self-made businessman," I replied.
"Oh, so you didn't co from an affluent family? I thought you did, given how you carry yourself," she remarked.
"What do you an ?" I asked .
"Don't be offended, but my first impression of you was that of a rich brat," she giggled, attempting to lighten the mood.
"No offense taken," I replied with a forced laugh.
As I drove my car toward the hotel restaurant, a valet was already waiting. He greeted us and asked for my key.
"Don't scratch it," I used suggestion to ensure that he would take the utmost care in handling my car.
I might not be a car enthusiast, but I had already fallen in love with this vehicle. I nad it "White Fang" because of my deep affection for it. Just hearing the na "White Fang" demonstrated the effort I put into selecting a na for it.
I also plan to buy another sports car in the future and na it "Dark Knight"
After ensuring that "White Fang" is safe, I did what any gentleman would do: I opened the car door for her and offered my assistance. I noticed the smoothness of her hands. Girls like her certainly took good care of their appearance, right down to their hands.
I couldn't deny that her smooth hands were a great bonus, and I really liked it. Just the thought of her hands stroking my dick excited .
"Welco to Park Hyatt," greeted the bellboys as they bowed their heads. They seed accustod to serving wealthy patrons and wore calm expressions.
We simply nodded and continued to walk inside.
The restaurant I had chosen was the The Timber house . There were other luxurious restaurants in the hotel, but I selected this one because it was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, offering splendid views of the city and creating an amazing romantic setting.
As we entered, a warm, dimly lit ambiance enveloped us, creating an intimate atmosphere.
A talented pianist played beautiful lodies, adding to the enchanting ambiance. The restaurant featured a well-stocked bar, perfect for those seeking a drink to complent their al. The overall setting exuded a romantic aura, making it an ideal choice for our evening.
The sight of the pianist playing sparked an idea in my mind - I should learn to play a musical instrunt. While my focus was currently on gaining strength and abilities, I realized that acquiring a musical skill could prove valuable in the future. Plus, it would serve as a much-needed hobby to help maintain my sanity .
"Your table is this way, sir," a waitress greeted us with a warm smile, having confird my identity.
Having made prior reservations, we were sure to secure a table positioned near the large windows. From there, we could enjoy a breathtaking view of the city while we engaged in conversation, adding to the charm of the evening.
With a gentlemanly gesture, I pulled out a chair for Elaine, allowing her to sit down gracefully. As we settled in, the nus were handed to us.
Elaine opted for so light als, showing a conscious effort to watch her food intake. In contrast, I couldn't resist the temptation and ordered a mouthwatering Wagyu beef steak. My taste buds were yearning for it.
"So, Elaine, tell more about yourself. What do you do when you're not selling luxury cars?" I decided to strike up a conversation.
She smiled politely but didn't seem too eager to share. "I lead a fairly simple life, nothing too exciting. I enjoy reading and spending ti with my family."
"Sounds nice," I replied, trying to keep the conversation going. "Any hobbies or interests you're particularly passionate about?"
She hesitated for a mont, her gaze drifting away. "Well, I do have a few interests, but they're not sothing I discuss openly."
I could sense that sothing was bothering her. It couldn't be , as she wouldn't have agreed to et if she had a dislike for .
I took a sip of my wine and pondered ways to make her open up more about herself.
RING ! RING ! RING
However, before I could even start the conversation, her phone rang. She retrieved it from her bag, and her expression shifted after seeing the caller's na.
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"I'm sorry, I have to take this call," she apologized, hastily rising from her seat.
"What the hell," I couldn't help but curse inwardly. I thought I was quite the charr, but it seems I'm quite not there yet when I can't use my suggestion. Mature n are really different compared to innocent high school girls like Ayumi.
"Waitress ," I raised my hand and called the attention of one of the female staff mbers. She promptly approached with a respectful smile.
"What is it, sir?" she inquired.
"You're mine now," I declared, activating my suggestion, and then I utilized Mind Link to take control over her body.
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"Why are you still bothering ?" Elaine's hushed voice couldn't hide her frustration. I used the waitress body to eavesdrop on her conversation.
I needed to understand what had been bothering her all this ti. The system had given this mission for a reason, and I was determined to uncover the truth behind it.
"What? No, I don't want to tell you where I am," she started protesting.
"I don't care if you'll make my life miserable. I've had enough of you. I'm not afraid of you," she continued, her voice growing more frustrated.
I think she was talking to her ex. It seed like the most likely explanation for this dramatic conversation.
"What do you an you would beat him too? You don't have the right to do that. We broke up already, so I'm free to et whoever I want," she insisted.
'Hey, can't you save the drama for later? I'm here for attribute points, not to be a part of your soap opera.' I sighed to myself .
"I hate you! Don't call ever again!" she cursed out loud and drop the call.
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