A huge commotion startled the crowd. All the guests at the dozen or so tables in the hall turned their attention toward Lyle.
'Who is this guy? What a loudmouth. Wants to pay for everyone just because he is in a bad mood? The bill for each table costs at least two thousand dollars!'
A tall, slim man quickly walked over to Lyle Jackson with a professional smile, "Good evening, sir. I'm Jesse, the hotel manager. How may I assist you?"
While Jesse's attitude was polite, his eyes scanned Lyle up and down, clearly seeing him as an ordinary drunk.
Lyle banged his fingers on the table twice, "I said I want to pay for everyone's bill. Any problem?"
Jesse shook his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Yvette, who felt very nervous, unsure why Lyle would suddenly spend so much money on a whim.
