Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Who is the Fatty Lamb?

Lewis had transferred $70,000 US Dollars over, and he was worried about having nowhere to spend it—spending it or not, the money would still be gone!

"What?"

Nisen's brain short-circuited a bit.

Were you actually using hard-earned public funds like this?

Just this $10,000 plus dollars alone—if it were up to him to use, he could have bought so much intelligence information!

It was just too wasteful!

"Good morning, sir, your personal butler sincerely at your service!"

While the two were still whispering to each other, a calm and dignified man approached.

He was dressed in a finely tailored tuxedo, the delicate black fabric smooth as silk, its elegant lines outlining his upright figure.

Shiny silver buttons were arranged in an orderly fashion on the front of the tuxedo, making a striking contrast with the shirt's pristine white, and around his shirt collar was tied a silky black bowtie, displaying the professional caliber and elegant demeanor of a five-star hotel butler.

"Can we check in now?"

"Of course, please follow me!"

The butler gestured politely and led them to the elevator, pressed the button, and the three of them made their way to room 5188 on the 5th floor.

The tuxedo-clad butler took out the room card and slowly opened the door to the presidential suite.

What came into view was a spacious and luxurious space.

The room was carpeted with thick red rugs, soft and comfortable underfoot; expensive oil paintings hung on the walls, complementing the furniture and decorations within the room.

The center of the suite was a huge living room, furnished with luxury sofas and chairs, and a giant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the entire space.

On one side of the living room was a spacious dining area, with a rectangular dining table and matching chairs that could accommodate many people at once.

In his past life as well as this one, it was the first time David had stayed in a suite of this caliber, which made him take a few extra glances.

"Gentlemen, it's breakfast time. Would you like to eat something?"

After thinking for a moment, David said, "Bring me a Wellington beef steak, medium-rare!"

"I'll have the same!"

Nisen followed suit, but after speaking, he seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, by the way, what's the oldest vintage of Lafite you have here?"

"Sir, the oldest Lafite we have is from 1992!"

After taking a bath and watching some TV, the time quickly moved on to nine o'clock.

Everything was ready, and David picked up the small card and dialed one of the numbers on it.

Meanwhile, about five kilometers away from Caesar Resort, in a bungalow.

Four men and five women were seated in the living room on couches, some playing cards, a pair engrossed in a chess game, and a few watching TV.

Mobile phones, peanuts, beer, and other items were scattered on the table.

"Doo-doo-doo..."

As everyone was preoccupied with their activities, the ringing of one of the mobile phones caused everyone to stop what they were doing and fall silent.

Sitting on the left, a mixed-race girl with dark skin tinged with white picked up the phone, pressed the answer key, and uttered in a voice difficult for men to resist, "Hello!"

"May I ask, what services do you offer?"

"Yes, sir, may I know your current location?"

"I am at Caesar Resort, room 5188!"

Because it was on speakerphone, when they heard this room number, the expressions of the four men and five women all lit up.

Being frequent visitors of the resort, they clearly knew what kind of room 5188 was.

It was the presidential suite!

This meant that the person on the other end was a fat sheep, and if they could handle this fat sheep, they would definitely make a killing!

"Okay sir, what style do you prefer?"

"What styles do you have?"

"We have blondes with blue eyes, Asians, Euro-African mixes... If describing them doesn't satisfy you, we can send photos for you to select!"

"Alright, send them over to take a look then!"

"Certainly, please wait a moment..."

Over at Caesar Resort, David's phone quickly received five photos.

Indeed, they were the same five women provided in the intel from their agency's intelligence department. He spoke into the phone, "Then let's go with number 3!"

"Very well, sir, we offer a selection of designated clothing services, do you require the lady to wear any special attire?"

"Black stockings!"