Billionaire God System

Disrespectful receptionist

'Why did they call me a thief? What kind of rumor is going around about me at the office?? What have those two done?' He yelled inwardly, subconsciously drawn away from what happened around him.

"Are you deaf!!" The two guards yelled, dragging him out of his daze.

"See, you two, how about we make a deal?"

"We don't make deals with losers?? Turn around and leave!!"

"What if there is money involved?"

"Money, you don't even have money to get yourself clothes and here you are, talking about making a deal with money."

Asher only smiled wryly, "I will give you guys one hundred dollars each, and you will let me in."

"One hundred dollars? Are you going to steal? I'm sure it's impossible to find something valuable in someone like you."

Asher smiled and whipped out a bundle of cash, "See, 1 thousand dollars, and I'll give you guys 10% each of this money. It is more than the tip you will ever make in a day."

The two guards stared at each other; this money was indeed big. Although in the eyes of the others, it isn't, but in their perspective, this money was significant.

"Make it two hundred, and we'll let you in." They came to an abrupt agreement.

"Fine, I'm only trying to get a job, by the way. If I'm lucky, we might end up as friends and do a lot of things together."

He handed them the cash. The two looked at him with warm smiles; this amount of money would take them a week to make since not everyone tips a guard.

They opened the door and allowed Asher in.

As Asher entered the hotel, the lavish interior enveloped him in a world of luxury. Polished floors reflected the glow of elegant lighting, and the hum of conversations echoed against the opulent walls.

Asher approached the reception desk where the lady in charge of booking rooms awaited, her gaze focused on a computer screen.

"Excuse me, I'm here to inquire about a room."

The lady looked up, her expression a mix of professionalism and curiosity. "Certainly, sir. Do you have a reservation?"

"No, but I was hoping to secure a room for the night."

She tapped a few keys on her keyboard, "We do have availability. May I have your name, please?"

"It's Asher," he replied, choosing a name on the spot.

The lady raised an eyebrow but continued to check the system. "Mr. Asher, we have a room available. However, we require a credit card for booking."

Liam hesitated for a moment, realizing his predicament; he didn't bring his credit card. "Do you guys accept transfers? I kind of left my credit card at home, and the cash with me is not enough."

The lady frowned; why have there been so many scammers lately? They keep making false claims like these to get free lodging and then run away the next morning.

Recently, fake alerts and scammers have filled this area, and she has had to bear the consequences, getting yelled at, having her salary reduced, and so much more. She wouldn't make that mistake anymore.

"Sorry, sir, I'll have to respectfully disagree with that; we don't accept that means of payment here."

"Ah, why?"

"Fake alerts and a lot of scammers, I'm not saying you are one, just have to be cautious. Sorry."

"Ah, I understand, but you have to believe me, or wait, tell me the price of your rooms."

He hadn't lodged in a hotel before; he forgot to ask the price.

However, before the lady could answer, Brighton, who had been observing from a corner, popped up with drunk Catherine tagging behind him.

"So you are really here to search for a job? How did you even get in? You talked those douchebags into letting you in, huh?"

Asher facepalmed, "Brighton, I understand you want to flex in front of me so much, but can you wait a little, let me handle my stuff."

"Your stuff? Asking for a job is your stuff?"

"Who said I was asking for a job, go touch grass, Brighton, you need that."

"Who are you talking to?"

"I don't know, probably the ghost of a mad dog standing in front of me." Asher scoffed and turned to the receptionist who was fawning over the handsome and well-built Brighton; he is handsome, well-built, and rich, an absolute lady's magnet.

"Hey, you haven't listed the price?"

Her fawning looks turned to a frown after hearing Asher speak, "You can't pay, get out."

Brighton heard her and was shocked, "Wait, he really wanted to rent a room?" He asked the receptionist lady.

"Yes sir, he is one of those scammers on the rise that uses a fake alert."

"Hahaha, you got that right. Don't let him stay in your hotel, or you will wake up with all the money missing; he is not only a fraud but a big thief."

Asher gritted his teeth, "CAN YOU STAY THE F**K OUT OF MY BUSINESS??"

"What business? Stealing business, come on. She won't even let you in now that she knows your real color."

Asher ignored him and asked the lady for the cost of each room, but she refused. Brighton is a rich man; she didn't want to offend him.

"Mr. Asher, we don't accept criminals. If you don't leave, I'll get security to get you out, and you won't like that. Avoid that now and leave."

Catherine was drunk and resting her head on Brighton's shoulder, so she didn't add her sh*t to the mess going on.

Brighton winked at the receptionist for doing as he wanted. She blushed.

With his looks and financial status, he could get what he wanted done. Only those from wealthy families can actually stop him.

[[ DING ]]

[[ EMERGENCY MISSION ]]

[[ Buy the most expensive room ]]

[[ Reward: 1 million ]]

[[ Penalty: None ]]

'Hehe, I was waiting for this.'