William Cole smiled indifferently, "Forget it, they don't recognize me. You're the manager here, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, all of you who look down on people with your dog eyes, get out!" Mr. Davidson's face bloomed into a smile, "Sir, my name is Clifton Davidson, may I ask who you are?"
Anyone who comes to the bar with a Centurion Black Card is either a god of wealth.
Or from some major family clan, completely unaware of the outside world, not knowing what the Centurion Black Card signifies.
Not to mention this DIV bar—even the most prestigious hotels in Hong Kong would treat anyone with a Centurion Black Card like an emperor.
William Cole shook his head: "William Cole."
"William Cole?"
Clifton Davidson racked his brains.
All over Hong Kong, he hadn't heard of any wealthy families surnamed Cole.