The manager's brow furrowed in confusion as he stood up from his chair, trying to process Ethan's sudden arrival.
"Mr. Ethan," he began cautiously, "if this is about the arrangements, you have nothing to worry about. Everything has been settled already. There's no fee for you or the York family."
However Ethan crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but laced with quiet authority.
"I'm not here about the fees, and I don't have anything to do with the York family," he stated firmly, each word deliberate.
"What you're doing, however, is feeding the wrong person—Mr. Brown. The one who came with them."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
The manager blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"Mr. Brown?" he repeated, his confusion evident.
"He's not the guest we were instructed to honor?"
Ethan's gaze hardened, his voice dropping an octave.