Chapter 240 - 240: Don’t Bother

It was not far from the train station to the hotel, so they arrived at the hotel soon. Sophia thought Conrad was too exaggerated. A luxury RV wasn't at this distance, was it?

After getting out of the car, Conrad helped Sophia with her luggage and took her and Albert to the hotel.

In front of the hotel, waiters in uniforms stood in two rows, with a red carpet on the floor. As soon as Sophia and Albert came, the waiters and waitresses shouted, "Welcome, Miss Green and Mr. Pearson!"

Sophia was startled. She turned to look at Albert, who, obviously, was quite used to it. Was there such a fuss every time he stayed in a hotel?

For her, the arrangement was not good, but it was a little scary. She was not used to it.

They entered the hotel. Conrad led the way in the front and introduced, "Mr. Pearson, the hotel has been cleaned. Which floor would you prefer? All rooms are available."

Sophia was stunned. Were all rooms available? Did it mean there were no guests at the hotel this day?

She then noticed that in the lobby of the hotel, in addition to the waiters, only Albert, Conrad, and she were there.

The scene was familiar. When she went out with Albert, no matter where she went, the place would be empty as long as Albert was treated. She was confused at the time. Thinking about it now, it should be Albert making a block booking.

Did he have to be so exaggerated? Was that the way the rich did things?

Albert said, "The second floor."

He looked at Sophia with anticipation.

"Top floor. I want a view."

The hotel, Oriyen, was a five-star luxury hotel with eighteen floors under the Pearson Group. Everything the guests wanted being served here: catering, accommodation, and entertainment services.

When Sophia entered the room, a young waitress came and stopped in front of the door.

She could not help but say, "You don't have to stand here. Go back to rest!"

The waitress smiled, "Thanks, Miss. I'm not tired. I'm here. You can call me at any time."

Sophia shook her head, "Don't bother. I'll call the front desk."

As she finished, the waitress gave a sad look, "Did I do anything wrong? Don't let me go. I tried so hard to get this position. Please! Just tell me if I did something wrong, I will do better."

Sophia had no choice but to let the waitress stay there, or she would probably cry. 

She walked into the room. It was a suite with a living room and a bedroom, luxurious and large. It was probably a presidential suite. She had never lived in such a superior room. She had seen it online that it might take thousands of dollars a night.

With so many rooms in the hotel, closing for one day might lose a lot of money. Sophia didn't want it. She just came for the show, but the hotel suffered such a big loss because of her.

She called Albert, "Actually, the hotel can receive other customers. I won't mind it."

Albert smiled, "It's all right. Their business is not good anyway. Even if it were open, there would be no guests."

It was his hotel. Was it good to talk like that?

Sophia took a rest for a while. Later, the waitress came to inform her that the meal was ready and asked if she would like to have it in her room or the private dining room.

The waitress said, "Mr. Pearson cooked himself."

Sophia realized that Albert went to the kitchen to make lunch while she was resting. 

She smiled, "I'll eat in the dining room."

The waitress led Sophia to a private dining room. The room was very large. There was a large table for dozens of people. But there were only three dishes and a bowl of soup on the table.

Albert sat at the table with two waiters standing upright behind him. He saw Sophia come in and stood up, smiling. "Come on, Sophia. It's not good when it's cold."

Sophia was not used to this kind of "rich people's life." It was weird to be served everywhere.

She didn't dare to drive the waiters away for fearing that they would be scolded or even fired.

She sat down and ate with Albert.

The meal was simple, one meat dish, two vegetarian dishes, one bowl of soup, and one bowl of rice, very homely.

Sophia was pleased with the meal and thought it was even better than the chef's cooking.

After lunch, Sophia went to the bathroom. When she was about to come out, she heard two people talking outside.

"Knowledge changes fate. See? That's a living example." One girl's voice sounded, "That girl may soon become Mrs. Pearson, does she? The Pearsons are the richest, and the young man is the only heir. Oh, I envy her so much. Well, what can I do? I'm not a popular smart girl like her."

Another girl echoed, "Yeah. I'm so jealous of her. She is pretty, but there are girls with better looks and background. The thing is, they are not as smart as her. So, Mr. Pearson loves smart girls, right?"

"I think she's quite ordinary, not so smart. Do you think those things about her are hypes?"

"You know, smart people never tell others how clever they are. So, she must get Mr. Pearson with the deep scheming. Think about it, some so many girls tried so hard to approach Mr. Pearson but couldn't even see him, but she did it, so she must be deeper than those women."

Was she scheming?

However, it reminded her of something. Since she first met Albert after her rebirth, she couldn't figure out why he was so good to her.

According to the waitress, many girls tried everything for him but failed. But she was just a schoolgirl then. And she wasn't the prettiest. Compared with others, she was just better at studying.

So, what in her attracted him and made him be so good to her?

The show would start at two o'clock in the afternoon. At about one o'clock, Sophia got a call from the show group. It was Newman. "My people in your fan base heard that they are about to gather at the gate of the TV station to meet you. Could you disguise yourself and come in through the back door to avoid the trouble?"

Sophia was surprised. What fan base? Why didn't she know it?

The program team was indeed awesome.

She nodded, "All right. I'll be careful."

She had seen her fans before and felt that they were very qualified and would take care of her feelings.

She took a rest and then went to the TV station.

When Conrad heard about the fan thing, he found a common car to avoid attention.. The driver was a native and was familiar with the way around, and soon drove to the back door of the station.