Christopher strode forward without a second thought.
He pushed open the door to the Supreme suite, unveiling a level of opulence that seemed almost unreal. Every item was a bespoke luxury, crafted to the highest standards. Even the toilet was gilded in gold.
This suite was so exclusive that even money couldn't buy entry.
Christopher was already seated inside, exuding an air of calm authority as he poured himself a cup of tea.
Ah, delightful. The tea was West Lake Dragon Well, harvested after a refreshing rain.
As he took a sip, the tea's initial bitterness was softened by a sweet, lingering aroma, filling his mouth with a refreshing fragrance.
"You bastard, how dare you..." George spat, his teeth clenched in seething rage as he saw Christopher sitting there, legs spread wide, sipping
