"Welcome, Mr. Han, to the Mandarin Oriental!"
Two etiquette attendants dressed in form-fitting qipao bowed in unison, then stood silently to one side.
It was evident that the Mandarin Oriental placed great importance on this private exhibition. The two young women, post-makeup, both scored over 90 points. They had pretty faces, great figures, and were tall—definitely not your typical hotel receptionists.
Han Lie's gaze swept over their faces. He felt nothing himself, but one of the young women was eyeing him with shining eyes. When their gazes met, she hurriedly lowered her head.
Whoa! Did I just electrify another one?
Han Lie found it amusing and was in good spirits. Of course, this wasn't due to his looks, but rather the power of money. Anyone would be curious about receiving such grand treatment from the Mandarin Oriental.
