Trillionaire's Slice of Life

She was enveloped in a faint scent of flowers, the aroma of top-tier Lost Blue perfume—a bottle so small yet costing upwards of a million. Only someone of the Lin family heiress's status could afford such perfume.

"The hotel's suspension isn't our Lin family's loss. I'm not interested in it, just a bit curious—what kind of guest is Mr. Chu receiving that requires such a grand fuss?"

Zhan Bingxue also learned from Qin Zixuan this morning about who was being received. She initially didn't plan to go public with the news, but the heiress before her was the steward of the eighty-sixth floor, and she had shown some dissatisfaction with the hotel's suspension.

Even if Zhan Bingxue was intent on regulating the three major themed halls above the eighty-sixth floor and the hundred-billion club on the ninety-fifth, she simply didn't have the power.

The stewards above the eighty-sixth floor were all figures of status and position, their identities almost always ranking above her as the chairman, unless she was willing to adopt a self-destructive stance. Otherwise, she really couldn't do anything about these stewards with their immensely powerful backgrounds.

Zhan Bingxue took a slight breath. Although she couldn't fire these stewards directly, she felt it was necessary to let them understand what mattered.

The reception task for tomorrow couldn't afford any errors; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to explain it to the big boss behind the scenes. Thus, with a proactive approach, Zhan Bingxue leaned in close to the other party and whispered in a very deep voice:

"Tomorrow, Mr. Chu is receiving the Ross family heir, there are important matters to discuss. The eighty-sixth floor might become the center of the reception. I won't say much about how to handle it."

After Zhan Bingxue's words fell, this Lin family heiress, unusually, didn't show any dissatisfaction, but instead nodded earnestly.

Lin Ling'er, with her exceptional looks, locked eyes with Zhan Bingxue, her expression solemn, her tone serious:

"Miss Zhan, rest assured, the Garden Hall on the eighty-sixth floor is the face of our Lin family. I absolutely won't let the Lin family lose face in front of prestigious guests."

With that, she gave Zhan Bingxue a nod and turned to the thirty-five female attendants behind her.

However, this Lin family heiress, whether it be her demeanor or her voice, became stern and cold in a flash, losing the languor she exhibited moments earlier.

Zhan Bingxue, who had only been a minor property manager before, didn't quite understand these ancient families. In her eyes, the so-called Ross family was just a large clan from America, but her lack of understanding didn't mean the Lin family heiress was unaware.

As one of the top four families of the Magic City, the Lin family had its own connections to these ancient families. Thus, Lin Ling'er was even more aware of the terrifying presence that the so-called Ross family represented.

Even as the Lin family heiress, she wasn't qualified to meet the Ross family heir.

And now, an opportunity to meet the Ross family heir was laid out before her, demanding her full attention.

At the same time, Lin Ling'er's thoughts inadvertently drifted to Mr. Chu, whom she met here a month ago.

Back then, the young man struck her as serious and steady, yet with a hint of naivety.

She originally hadn't taken the young man seriously, assuming Mr. Chu was some scion from a great family here to experience life in the Magic City.

But now, upon learning that Mr. Chu's guest was of the caliber of the Ross family heir, she suddenly remembered what the Lin family head—also her brother—had mentioned before.

This Mr. Chu might be more complex than he seems.

Sharing a drink and engaging in conversation with the Ross family heir is an understatement for not being simple—it's downright terrifying.

With this in mind, Lin Ling'er started to wonder if her previous attitude in Tianxiang Garden was a bit too arrogant?

If Mr. Chu wasn't bothered by it, it could pass, but if she truly angered him one day, the Magic City Lin family, in front of a colossus worth tens of trillions, would likely be nothing more than an ant or bug.

"You thirty-five female attendants are the face of Tianxiang Garden's eight-sixth floor Garden Hall, and the face of our Magic City Lin family. Now I will assign tasks to every one of you.

For tomorrow's reception, if anyone makes the slightest mistake, not only will Tianxiang Garden dismiss you, my Magic City Lin family will also not let it slide..."

The voice of the steward, the Lin family heiress, drifted from afar, as Zhan Bingxue entered the elevator, a hint of a cold smile on her lips.

She thought it was time to give these stewards a good lesson.