Chapter 92: The Presidential Suite

The receptionist came back in a few minutes, and behind her, an old man entered the counter. He took one look at Lucas, and his eyes widened.

"It has been quite some while since I saw you, esteemed sir.", the man bowed.

"It has been a while. You have gotten old.", Lucas laughed.

"Not everyone can stay young like you can.", the old man chuckled.

"My friend is a little tired. Give us our key card. We have a flight tomorrow, and we need some rest.", Lucas said.

The old man nodded, and he retrieved a card from his pocket. 

"This is my own master card. I hope that you do not misuse it. I will get in quite a lot of trouble.", the old man said.

"I have no intention of doing so.", Lucas chuckled as he turned around and headed towards the elevator.

"You trust him a lot. I never thought anyone would trust Lucas that much, to put your job on the line for him.", Angela smiled as she also followed Lucas.