Chapitre 81: Chapter 81: The Moving Catastrophe
Although their villa managers were on call 24/7 and would respond swiftly to any guest's request, there was a strict policy against forcing them into intimate situations.
The Elite Hotel had stringent requirements for selecting villa managers. Most wealthy and influential individuals often had unconventional preferences that could be quite demanding, making such situations intolerable.
If a manager were coerced into doing something inappropriate, the Elite Hotel's backers would support them in filing a formal complaint. Offenders would face court trials, heavy financial penalties, and imprisonment.
Therefore, unless the managers willingly agreed, the Elite Hotel did not offer such services.
A manager's consent was signaled by their willingness to accompany guests dressed in different outfits for outings.
Over the years, there had been instances where villa managers were deceived, lured under pretenses of a long-term arrangement, only to be discarded once their utility was exhausted. In such cases, the Elite Hotel's backers would not intervene, as the managers had been tempted by money and had been too trusting.
Most villa managers who worked for around five years at the Elite Hotel could afford to purchase a villa outright. They could then retire from the industry with a clean reputation and significant savings. This experience was a valuable asset, enhancing their appeal in the eyes of potential suitors due to their impeccable appearance, figure, and education.
However, those who left after earning enough money often had high standards and were wary of marriage, preferring to live freely.
Sonya, as an experienced manager at the Elite Hotel, found herself in the spotlight as she prepared for her final outing.
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Harvey and Sonya traveled in a luxury car for thirty minutes to the grand auction venue filled with affluent individuals. The venue was teeming with men dressed in elegant attire—some handsome, some stern, and many overweight with flushed faces.
Accompanying these men were beautiful young women, whose varied styles suggested they were either models or celebrities.
"I should hold your arm, Mr. Kassadin?" Sonya asked.
"I believe my appearance should be presentable enough," Harvey replied.
Sonya adjusted her hair elegantly, revealing her well-defined collarbone and the delicate curve of her shoulders, which led to her striking décolletage.
"That's fine, but it's just an auction, not a grand event," Harvey said casually.
Sonya smiled, reassured by Harvey's comment. The elderly chauffeur opened the car door, and Sonya stepped out, her pristine white high-heeled shoes drawing attention from the surrounding men.
In such high-profile gatherings, a companion's appearance was an important status symbol.
There's a saying: what you can't have is always the most desirable. Hence, regardless of their marital status or existing partners, wealthy men often appreciated the beauty of others' companions.
On Xandar, where space travel was common, luxury car prices had dropped significantly. In contrast, space fighters and ships have become more expensive. Thus, the top-tier luxury cars on Xandar were priced around a hundred thousand, with most costing between seventy and eighty thousand, considering their primary use was planetary travel.
Sonya's car, valued at over a hundred thousand, was among the most luxurious. It was clear that the car's owner was of considerable means.
As Sonya emerged from the car, her exceptional beauty, alluring figure, and captivating charm drew the gaze of many men. Some looked at her with disbelief or irritation, recalling their past attempts to win Sonya's favor, only to be rejected.
Although Sonya had been polite in her refusals, being turned down left a sour taste, especially for men accustomed to having their way with women. Despite their discomfort, they had never seen Sonya accompanying anyone to high-end events before.
Now, seeing Sonya with another guest, they were curious about this person's identity. If the owner of the luxury car were a woman, it would be less significant, but if a man, it would imply that this individual was even more impressive—a notion hard for any man to accept.
Their curiosity was quickly quelled when a tall figure in purple-golden armor and a golden mask emerged from the car, with Sonya gently linking arms with him. The name Kassadin, renowned across the galaxy, had already established his fearsome reputation among them.
Kassadin was known as one of the most formidable level-three bounty hunters, a figure so terrifying that he was compared to a natural disaster. His prowess far exceeded even the new Star Corps.
Sonya recognized a few past guests from the Elite Hotel among those watching, feeling their disapproval. However, once Kassadin arrived, the disapproving glances quickly vanished.
"It's clear Mr. Kassadin is indeed impressive," Sonya thought with a sense of admiration.
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