Chapter 571: Bobby vs. Baron Lawrence, KO
The Hilton Hotel itself is a seven-star beachfront hotel, with a section of the beach near such ultra-luxurious hotels reserved exclusively for hotel guests. The Hilton Hotel is no exception, as it has its own private, crescent-shaped beach. Not far from the beach is a glassy restaurant with a 360-degree unobstructed view of the sea.
As soon as they entered the restaurant, a waiter wearing a suit and tie approached them, “Honorable guests, please follow me.”
Baron Lawrence took the lead with his long strides.
Bobby, with a straight face, held Enna’s hand determined to walk a bit behind, so as to maintain some distance from Baron Lawrence.
Enna was amused but let him.
The waiter led them to a prime spot by the window, helped Enna and Bobby into their chairs, and placed the menu in front of Baron Lawrence, “Sir, please take a look at what you would like to order.”
He then handed Enna a separate dessert and drink menu, “Madam, our hotel has specially invited a Royal Pastry Chef to prepare a wide range of royal court pastries for our guests. Please take a look and see if there’s anything you like. We offer them for free.”
“Free?” Enna asked, not quite believing it.
The waiter bowed respectfully, “Yes, all the pastries on this menu are provided free of charge to our female guests.”
Of course, not every guest staying at the hotel could enjoy the free pastries made by the high-level pastry chef. Mainly, Enna and her companions were staying in the Presidential Suite, which received special treatment compared to ordinary guest rooms. Guests staying in suites would have all the hotel staff memorize their faces on their first day of stay to ensure attentive care throughout.
Enna, unaware of this, thought that everyone staying at the hotel got free pastries. She eagerly opened the menu, revealing an array of exquisite desserts. Each one looked delicious, so she showed the menu to Bobby sitting next to her, “Bobby, which one do you like?”
Bobby, being a bit stingy, wanted to take advantage of the free offer and almost wished he could take everything to go. He pointed at the menu, “This one, this one, this one…and this one…this one.”
He pointed at five or six pastries.
Enna couldn’t help but intervene, “Bobby, are you sure you can finish all of these?”
The little guy, who originally still wanted to order more, reluctantly stopped, “That’s enough.”
The man sitting across from them glanced at him, his rose-colored lips brushing together, “If you like pastries, you can have them brought up anytime.”
“Hmph!” Bobby’s pretty little face tightened up again, and he turned his head to one side.
The waiter interjected, “Yes, if the young guest would like, he can call Customer Service anytime, and we will serve you 24 hours a day.”
“Bring three Filet Mignons.” Baron Lawrence put down the menu and ordered confidently.
The waiter pick up the menus from the table, bowed respectfully, and said, “I’ll let the chef know right away. Please wait a moment.”
With that, he hurriedly took the menus to the kitchen.
As soon as he left, Bobby immediately protested, “I won’t eat steak!”
Baron Lawrence nonchalantly lifted his cup, took a sip of water, didn’t even look at him, and shut him down, “Fine, you can order whatever you want and pay for it yourself.”