At one-thirty in the morning, Wu Ma delivered Mia to the InterContinental Hotel, then pretended to leave. However, after turning a corner, she circled back to the hotel’s parking lot and called Daisy Wilkinson. Mia had specifically changed into a ladylike long dress and touched up her red lips. Wearing high heels, she looked particularly beautiful and especially elegant. She didn’t know which room Yusuf Zuck was staying in, so when she entered the hotel lobby, she called him directly. However, after dialing Yusuf Zuck’s number, she was stunned to find that his phone was switched off again! "Miss, do you need any help?" The hotel’s security staff walked up to Mia and asked in Cantonese. "I’m looking for someone," Mia said and walked over to the bar where she addressed two duty receptionists, "I’m looking for a person named Yusuf Zuck. Could you please check which room he is staying in?" Mia spoke in Mandarin. "Sorry, we cannot disclose customer information!" Both receptionists also spoke in Cantonese, and their expressions and tones were rather unfriendly. They had thought the girl was from Hong Kong, but after she spoke in Mandarin, it was clear they looked down on her. She’s from the Mainland, perhaps here to sell herself, so why would they be courteous? "Fine, if you can’t reveal customer information, then let me ask you this: Is there a guest from the Mainland who came here on a bicycle?" Mia didn’t take issue with the two Hong Kong girls, as many people in Hong Kong looked down on those from the Mainland. "Sorry, we cannot reveal any information about our guests!" The two of them replied with a very formulaic response to Mia, speaking particularly fast as if they didn’t want Mia to understand. Mia was quite taken aback by this, but it was normal not to disclose guest information, a rule of the hotel, so she was helpless. "Then I’ll wait here until sunrise," Mia said. She had come all this way, and even if she couldn’t see Yusuf Zuck overnight, having breakfast together the next morning would be great! After speaking, Mia intended to sit on the sofa in the lobby to wait. "Sorry, our lobby doesn’t provide overnight stays, please leave!" The security staff and the receptionists inside continued to target her. "This isn’t over yet, is it?" Mia was already frustrated inside. She turned to the three of them and said, "Am I breaking any of your rules by sitting here? Where is this rule written? Show it to me!" "Sorry ma’am, please don’t make a scene here or we’ll have to call the police!" "Mainland girl, this isn’t a place for you to run wild!" The three staff members went back and forth in Cantonese, interspersed with English, essentially trying to prevent Mia from waiting there, clearly showing their disdain for this Mainland girl! "Fine, fine, you want me to leave?" Mia was so angry that her hands began to tremble and she quickly took out her cellphone from her bag, flipping through her contacts for over a minute before landing on a number and calling it. The call went through! The phone connected immediately after the call was made. The three staff members didn’t know what Mia was up to and just looked at her with curiosity and contempt. The phone rang five or six times before it was finally picked up. The person on the other end spoke in Cantonese, "Don’t talk gibberish to me; I don’t understand. Is this Anderson speaking? This is Lara Tuff!" "Ah, Director Tuff, hello, hello, I’m Anderson Dyer." The General Manager immediately replied to Mia in less than standard Mandarin. "I am at the InterContinental. Can you come over? Your staff here thought I was a prostitute from the Mainland, trying to call the police to arrest me. Can’t I just sit in your lobby for a while? Is this place the King’s Palace or what?" "Ah? I will come right away, I will come right away, Director Tuff please don’t be angry, please don’t be angry, I am on my way..." The phone was quickly hung up by Anderson Dyer, and Mia didn’t sit down anymore, instead she just stood there, arms crossed, watching the two cashiers and the security guard. At this moment, the two cashiers and the security guard had not realized that the woman before them was someone they shouldn’t take lightly. The InterContinental, frankly speaking, still had shares owned by the Tuffs Family, and major ones at that, making Lara Tuff a shareholder as well. "Have you finished calling? If you’re done, you can leave now, right?" The cashier signaled to the security to escort Mia out. "I’m telling you, don’t touch me, alright? If you touch me, you’ll get it on you, and I might be sick, I’ll sue you to death!" Mia warned the security guard. "Then we’ll call the police..." The two cashiers immediately reached for the phone to call the police. However, before they could pick up the phone, it rang on the cashier’s desk. One of the girls answered it immediately, and then her face changed. "Thud thud thud~" Someone ran down the stairs from upstairs; it was a manager holding a walkie-talkie, followed by the head of security! When the manager saw only Mia standing in the lobby, he immediately ran over to her and bent slightly, saying, "Director Tuff, hello, I’m the lobby manager at the InterContinental, at your service!" "You’re willing, but they’re not, wait for Mr. Dyer to come. You’re the lobby manager? Your Mandarin is not standard. From now on, at the InterContinental, anyone whose Mandarin is not standard will be dismissed!" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel-fire.net At this moment, the two cashiers who had finished the call realized that something was wrong. This Mainland girl seemed to be related to the hotel’s upper management! The security guard also looked uneasy; he had only been encouraged to act by the two cashiers. The lobby manager actually didn’t know Lara Tuff’s real identity. The boss had only mentioned ’Director Tuff’ over the phone, talked about appeasing her and waiting for him to come, so when Mia said his Mandarin was not standard and that he would be dismissed for it, he found it rather amusing. Even if you, Director Tuff, have some relationship with the hotel, this is Hong Kong; we value freedom and human rights here. How could people be dismissed so arbitrarily? "Director Tuff, this is Hong Kong Island, not China... not the Mainland!" The lobby manager enunciated clearly, intentionally implying that Hong Kong Island was distinct from China! Mia just looked coldly at the lobby manager. These days on Hong Kong Island, there was indeed a bunch of bastards who didn’t acknowledge their heritage, preferring to be slaves to the British, preferring to be traitors. Mia didn’t say anything else and just stood quietly in the lobby, waiting. Mr. Dyer arrived quickly, in less than half an hour, dashing into the hotel lobby. "Ha, Director Tuff, it has been quite a while since I’ve seen you," Mr. Dyer walked briskly to Mia, extending his hands and shaking hands with her. Mia just lightly touched his hand and then withdrew it, pointing at the lobby manager, the security guard, and the two cashiers, she commanded, "Tomorrow, dismiss them. The InterContinental doesn’t need people like these. As for the severance pay, give them whatever is due, not a cent less. That’s it. Don’t ask me for reasons because there are none, and don’t talk to me about freedom or human rights. From now on, this is how we will run things at the InterContinental!" "Okay, everything will be done according to Director Tuff’s wishes!" Mr. Dyer nodded, nodding. A few staff members were just that, after all; dismissing them was no big deal, knowing well that the lady before him had the power to make such decisions. "You lot, you are dismissed. Go to the finance department tomorrow to collect your severance and wages." After Mr. Dyer finished speaking, he took out his phone and called another lobby manager. Now that one was dismissed, another must come over to take over the shift; this place couldn’t function without a manager! Mia paid no attention to the stunned employees who had just been fired and instead sat down on the sofa in the lobby, saying indifferently, "Mr. Dyer, can you please get me a cup of coffee, thank you!"