Riches in Disguise novel Chapter 172

After I interrupted Felicia, I shook my head at her. These people were clearly leeches. Flaunting wealth in front of them would only make them latch on harder.

Felicia and I would be fine since they wouldn't bother us when we got back to the university. However, Mrs. Cylon's life would likely become difficult once she returned.

As such, enduring a few humiliating comments was nothing. Letting them brag a bit wouldn't change anything substantial.

I had long stopped caring about such gossip. I could tolerate it if they didn't pick on Felicia or Mrs. Cylon.

Seeing my reaction, Felicia swallowed back her words.

Mrs. Brown cast a hateful glare at Felicia, clearly holding a grudge against her.

Mrs. Cylon was always respectful toward Mrs. Brown, while Felicia had already snapped back at her several times. Naturally, she wasn't pleased.

"Let's just go. We should already be tired from all that food and wine. Let's head to our hotel to rest."

When we got outside, Mrs. Brown and her two companions immediately spotted Hilton Hotel across the street, prompting them to start clamoring.

"Wow, isn't that the Hilton Hotel that we often see on TV? I heard that it's a five-star hotel! Louis, where did you book our stay? Did you book us at the Hilton?"

Louis chuckled awkwardly, his expression clearly filled with aversion.

He probably thought that he was already generous enough to treat them to an expensive meal, yet they were expecting him to book them a five-star hotel as well. They should aim for the stars at this rate.

Besides, the meal that was originally budgeted at two to three thousand dollars had ballooned to over 18 thousand dollars.

Now that Louis was deeply in debt, hearing such shameless and greedy demands only made him feel worse.

I had no idea what they were gossiping about in their car, but judging by the even more disdainful looks Mrs. Brown and the others gave me when we arrived, it was clear that Louis had spent the ride badmouthing me.

I could already guess what he said. He probably called me the usual trifecta—a show-off, a broke guy, and a guy who wore knock-offs.

I could picture it all without hearing a single word from them, but I couldn't care less at this point.

I had already asked Victor to make the arrangements and not to do anything grand since I didn't want to flaunt my wealth in front of Mrs. Cylon.

Nevertheless, the hotel manager wasn't clueless. It was clear to him that I wasn't just anybody since Victor had personally instructed him and booked us the best suites. Hence, the manager came out with his staff to greet me at the entrance.

I had no choice but to step forward and exchange a few words with them.

"Alright. This is a private trip. We don't want to be disturbed. Please head inside and assign a staff to assist us."