Tasya’s face lit up with excitement upon hearing the hotel manager mistake Ethan for a servant.
“Oh, Ethan! You’ve got to be kidiing me!!” Tasya exclaimed, giggling.
Ethan, on the other hand, looked utterly annoyed. The fact that the manager thought he was just someone’s lackey rubbed him the wrong way. His pride, which he rarely displayed, flared up like a fire about to consume everything in its path. He was determined to retaliate for the man’s behavior.
“Do I really look like some rich guy’s errand boy? Do I not even look the part to be that rich guy myself?” Ethan snapped, his tone sharp and confrontational. His voice carried enough weight to silence the soft murmur of the lobby.
The hotel manager’s confidence wavered as he took a step back, sensing Ethan’s growing frustration. Bea
