"Mister." Zayn turned to the counter when he heard the receptionist's voice. A strange look appeared on his face as he looked at her. She had this kind of creepy smile like she was planning something— sinister.

Her words confirmed his thoughts. "I could clear out a space for you to spend this night but it cost just a thousand dirhams."

Zayn almost laughed when he heard her voice. Did she really believe him when he said one thousand dirhams earlier?

He discreetly touched his pants pocket. He could say it boldly that the money in his pocket isn't up to half a thousand dirhams.

Looking at the receptionist's expectant smile, he hesitated to burst her happy bubble but in the end, he said it. It's worth confessing more than spending the night homeless.

"Actually... I only have three hundred dirhams with me."

Just as he expected, the receptionist's smile was gone in a second. She gave him a look of disbelief and then shrieked,"You... With such a miserable amount, you dared