The guardian's sword

The Guardian’s Sword By Talking Cigarette Chapter 199

Chapter 199

This middle–aged man wore an expensive suit and had a gleaming watch of a certain famous

brand on his wrist.

In just one look, one could tell that he was dressed in the fashion of a successful man.

To be frank, as the general manager of the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel, this middle–aged man had a

handsome amount of annual income and could be considered a successful man.

“Good day, GM!”

The hotel employees greeted this man as they saw him.

Quill Zimmer frowned slightly. He did not know this middle–aged man.

Even though he had spent quite a lot at the Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel, the most that he could meet was

the deputy general manager of the hotel.

This was why when the security guards who were stationed around the front greeted this middle–aged

man, Quill was slightly taken aback.

“Young Master Zimmer, it must be that the general manager heard that you’re coming, so he wanted to

come over to speak with you.”

The young woman beside Quill chimed in arrogantly.

“Oh?”

Quill have not thought about this yet in the beginning, but the general manager was indeed. walking in

his direction, and the only people there were Sean Lennon and himself. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

If the general manager was not there to greet Quill, could it even be for Sean?

When Quill thought about this, a sneer crept onto his face and a strong sense of superiority emerged

from his heart.

“Sean Lennon, watch carefully now, then you’d know what the distance is between us.”

Quill slowly folded his arms before his chest as he mocked.

However, as Quill was waiting for the general manager to speak to him, that same general manager

walked past Quill without even glancing at him.

“Hmm?”

Quill was shocked. The sneer on his face began to freeze.

When he saw that the general manager just breezed past him without a look and headed straight

towards Sean, Quill could not help but widen his eyes.

“Mr. Lennon, good day to you! This is our first meeting.

“I’m the general manager of Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel. So sorry for not coming out on time to meet with

you, I was caught up in some urgent affairs. Please forgive me!

“Let’s talk inside. Shall we?”

When the general manager made his way before Sean. His tone was filled with courtesy.

“This!”

Quill was dumbfounded.

The young woman with extremely heavy makeup on, who was beside Quill had her eyes bulging out of

their sockets as well.

The general manager of Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel, the main person in charge was out here to greet

Sean Lennon?

What f*cking joke was this?

Even if the service of Riverleaf Lakeside Hotel was so great that they would have special treatment for

disabled people, they would not have the general manager come out personally to greet them, right?

Most importantly, the young woman had just said that whenever Quill Zimmer was to be at the hotel,

the floor manager would come out to greet him.

Also, Quill had told Sean clearly for him to see what the distance was in between them.

Now, instead of the floor manager coming out to greet Sean, the general manager came out instead!

This…

This was a strikingly huge distance between Sean and Quill!

Quill and the young woman felt utterly humiliated.

“Very well, let’s talk inside then.”

Sean nodded and as he was about to push his wheelchair in, the two bodyguards that came out with

the general manager were quick on their feet to take the initiative to push Sean’s wheelchair.

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Quill watched the entire scene unfold, flabbergasted. The ringing in his head would not stop.

Why did Sean Lennon get such an honored treatment?

This was impossible!

This was utterly impossible!

How could Sean Lennon, the useless, good–for–nothing cripple get such special treatment that he,

Quill Zimmer could not?

“Is this the distance that you were talking about?”

When Sean passed by Quill, without even sparing Quill a glance, Sean spoke nonchalantly.

“You!”

Quill’s face was flustered immediately and was bright red.

“Say, you’re the general manager of this hotel?

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Quill Zimmer.”

Quill stepped up, looked straight at the general manager, and introduced himself.

The resentment that was in Quill’s heart begin to simmer, and was gradually boiling.

Before this, when he first arrived at the hotel, the floor manager came out personally to greet him, but

this so–called general manager did not appear at all.

However, when Sean Lennon had arrived, he walked out immediately.

Did that mean that his position and social status were not as important to the general manager as

Sean’s, that was why he was treated with such disregard?

It was not hard to imagine how stifled Quill must have felt at that moment.

“Good day, Young Master Zimmer.‘

The general manager glanced briefly at Quill and smiled politely.

Not an ounce of respect, but also not an ounce of disdain.

“What do you mean?”

When Quill saw the general manager’s attitude, the fire in Quill’s heart burned even brighter.

The general manager felt like he was placed in a difficult situation!

Quill Zimmer had a certain caliber and status, and it was not as insignificant as he thought.

No one would look down upon him as long as the Zimmers were still wealthy and powerful.

Hence, the general manager should show some form of courtesy towards Quill as well.

However!

The general manager understood that the mysterious VIP must have had some grievance against Quill

Zimmer, that was why the mysterious VIP would snatch the 9th away from Quill.

If the general manager had to choose between the two, he would most definitely take the mysterious

VIP’s side!

This was why he did not dare to be too courteous to Quill Zimmer.

“Young Master Zimmer, I still have some things that I have to settle today.

“When you come again, let’s sit down and have a drink or two together!”

The general manager waved, and before Quill could respond, he had already entered the hotel with

Sean.

Looking at the fading silhouettes of Sean and the rest, Quill’s face was filled with many changing

emotions.

After a short while, Quill cussed.

“F*ck!”