​Barra rose from the bed incredibly slowly to avoid waking Valerie. He picked up his black t-shirt scattered on the floor and put it on carelessly.​He stepped out of room number two, closing the wooden door tightly.​"Clarissa," Barra called in a low voice upon passing the former secretary in the kitchen hallway."Starting today, I sleep in room number one. Make that my private space," he ordered, walking straight ahead.​Clarissa, who was brewing coffee, nodded obediently with a meaningful faint smile. "Understood, Boss. I will remember the territorial boundaries."​Barra entered the empty, musty room number one. He sat on the edge of the thin mattress touching the cement floor.​He reached into his cargo pants, taking out his cracked old phone. He needed transportation to the Neva Royale Hotel. If he ordered an online taxi, he had to ensure he had enough balance.​Barra's thumb swiped the screen, opening the mobile banking app.​"Damn it!" Barra cursed, hissing softly.​On the smal

​Marcus whipped his head around upon hearing his girlfriend's shrill scream.​Golden champagne spilled from the crystal glass in his right hand. The expensive drink wetted the asphalt in front of the Neva Royale VIP lobby.​"What poor bastard dares to touch my car?!" Marcus shouted, the veins in his neck instantly bulging.​He took wide strides through the crowd of young entrepreneurs. Nicole followed closely behind his left side. Her bright red dress fluttered as she stomped roughly across the parking area.​Marcus's angry steps halted when he was only three meters away from his Mervano V8.​Marcus narrowed his eyes behind his expensive glasses. He examined the broad back, the faded black leather jacket, and the dull cargo pants of the man standing with his back to him.​A malicious smirk slowly formed on Marcus's lips.​"My goodness, my eyes cannot be mistaken, right," Marcus said in a deliberately loud baritone voice. He ensured his voice echoed and was heard by the dozens of elite

​Mocking laughter began to explode from the crowd of young entrepreneurs around the parking area.​"Tch, acting like a billionaire. Turns out he is just a delusional person claiming someone else's car," a man in a gray suit sneered.​"That woman in the red dress is equally embarrassing. Screaming the loudest defending her boyfriend who turns out to be a fraudster," the woman next to him replied while covering her mouth holding back laughter.​Nicole's ears burned completely red hearing the series of mockery from the elites whose recognition she so desired.​The woman forcefully snatched the registration paper from Marcus's still trembling hand.​Nicole's eyes read Barra Sterling's name printed on the physical document. Shock and embarrassment exploded, destroying her pride instantly.​"You are truly embarrassing, Marcus!" Nicole shrieked, slapping the man's arm hard.​"I am not willing to endure embarrassment in this place because of you!" she added with a trembling voice, holding bac

​Barra pulled the bag's zipper to the end. He flipped it upside down with a hard jerk.​Ten thick stacks of cash spilled onto the glass table. The six thousand dollars scattered right under Dion's nose. The distinct smell of crisp bills instantly stung the lobby air.​Dion's mouth snapped shut. His jaw stiffened as he stared at the stacks of cash.​The dozens of VIP guests who had been recording and laughing fell completely silent. The luxury restaurant suddenly lost the clinking sound of silverware.​"System, activate Landlord Aura Level 1 now!" Barra ordered inwardly.​[Landlord Aura Level 1 activated. Applies absolute psychological pressure on targets below Host's level.]​Dion reflexively held his breath. Cold sweat seeped from his temples. The skinny manager felt an invisible weight crush his shoulders. His knees suddenly trembled violently, losing their support.​"You said you would bow down to serve me, right?" Barra demanded, staring sharply into Dion's eyes.​"I..." Dion stam

​The S-class Wagyu boxes on the plastic table were now empty.​The luxurious lunch session on the front porch of the boarding house finally ended. Valerie Sinclair and Clarissa Brooks neatly cleared away their leftovers.​The two beautiful women got up from their seats, walking side-by-side down the hallway to return to their respective rooms.​Clarissa's steps suddenly halted before the wide-open door of room number two.​She froze, staring at the room's interior. Her eyes swept over the luxurious furniture, a stark contrast to the condition of her own room.​A thick spring bed, a teak wardrobe, and a minimalist vanity were neatly arranged inside.​"Barra!" Clarissa called out, turning to look at the man who was still clearing the table.​Barra Sterling turned slowly. "What is it?"​Clarissa quickly walked over to him, pointing at room number two with a demanding expression.​"Why is my room still moldy and only has a smelly, worn-out cotton mattress?" Clarissa protested, folding her