The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The procedure for transferring the hotel was completed swiftly.

This wasn't the modern era, after all, the sloppiness aligned with the Earth's nineteenth century.

The manager of the Harbor District Bank, William Crichton, personally led several employees for a visit, completed the assessment of that pile of Gold Coins, packed them into boxes, and moved them onto a carriage parked downstairs. Finally, he witnessed the signatures on each party's contracts.

Having been a manager for ten years, it was his first time encountering such a generous client, carrying fifty thousand Gold Coins in cash!

What astonished him even more was the gold content of these coins, which was significantly higher than the latest batch issued by the Imperial Central Bank!

If it weren't for their pristine gloss making them look as if they hadn't been worn by time, he might have suspected they were coins issued during the Caster Regent King's era two hundred years ago.

However, after seeing the storage ring on Mr. Colin's hand, he quickly understood that the person before him might come from a family with a history spanning hundreds of years.

"Venerated Sir, I'm delighted to serve you. I'm William Crichton, the manager of the Harbor District Bank. Our bank has over two hundred years of history. Although our history can't compare to your family's long-standing legacy, our credibility is top-notch throughout Thunder City... If you ever need anything, just send a message through a servant, and I'll be at your service immediately."

In the very end, William gave a deep bow, hands respectfully offering his business card.

Luo Yan gave Sarah a look, and she understood, stepping forward to accept the card and then returned to his side.

Looking at the respectful manager, Luo Yan casually said.

"I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. I wish you a pleasant life." William respectfully performed an Imperial Court gesture, then shook hands with Mr. Andor beside him before turning to leave.

Holding the card edged in gilt, Andor's face was as glowing red as a burning furnace, his shiny nose gleaming as if waxed.

Luo Yan glanced at him, seeing him rubbing his hands as if he had something to say, casually remarked.

"Is there anything else?"

Andor quickly responded.

"No, sir, I won't disturb your rest any longer. I wish you a pleasant evening... Also, I earnestly recommend my daughter, Lucy Becker, to you. She's worked under me for two and a half years and is even more proficient in the hotel's business than I am. I believe with her help, you'll get familiar with the hotel's business in the shortest time. Of course, if you trust her, I'm sure her capability can make her your right-hand person!"

As Andor was speaking, the girl beside him smiled with bashful friendliness at Luo Yan and said with a softly infatuated gaze.

"I'm Lucy Becker, pleased to meet you..."

She was wearing a light blue evening gown, her golden-brown curls naturally draped over her shoulders, while her waist was cinched so tightly it almost transferred her midriff's flesh to a deep cleavage.

Unfortunately, that aloof Mr. Colin had no interest in her nor the hotel's business, with no desire at all to delve into them.

"No need, I'll be revamping your operations completely."

"Of course, it's your prerogative..." Andor, surprised, looked at him, but still maintained a flattering smile.

After speaking, he bowed deeply, gave his daughter a "handle it yourself" look, and then left with the card.

Not expecting to be so thoroughly rejected, Lucy's face showed disappointment, wanting to say something more, but seeing the guard by the gentleman's side, her throat felt frozen, unable to speak a word.

That bone-chilling sense made her feel like she was being watched by a wild animal, afraid that staying here even a second longer would put her life at risk.

Her face slightly pale, she stumbled away under Andor's surprised gaze, catching up with him as they left together.

Watching the humans flee in disarray, a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of Sarah's lips, the disdain in her eyes becoming even more pronounced.

Such weak humans dare hope to be the Demon King's right-hand person?

How presumptuous!

Luo Yan glanced at Sarah.

Sara, whose arrogance had swelled but for a mere two seconds, quickly withdrew her imposing aura, pretending as if nothing had happened and looked aside.

Yet she was still worried that she might have caused trouble.

Hearing the silence, she couldn't resist stealing a glance back to see the expression on Lord Demon King's face.

Her sneaky demeanor was just like a silver tabby knocking a cup off a table, then quietly watching the owner's reaction.

Luo Yan almost laughed at her antics but maintained the Demon King's dignity, sternly saying.

"Don't do unnecessary things."

Sarah, with a look acknowledging her mistake, bowed her head and whispered.

"Yes..."

...

After sitting restlessly for over an hour in the tailor shop, Punk finally escaped alive from the tailor and the senior seamster's hands.

However, that torture of pain mixed with pleasure did not end, as he was soon taken by a butler from Embrace of Dawn to the hotel's workroom, where he changed into a spare butler's uniform.

The tight fit made him feel uncomfortable everywhere, especially his legs, which felt like they were stuck in wooden splints, bound tightly.