Chapter 3828 Troublemakers
- Matthew didn’t bother with the noise. What mattered now was how to take over the massive Sea Wolf Hall. “Mr. An, you’ll run the Kelin Hotel from now on.” The guy could be a bit goofy, but he got things done. The Larson hotels were where they were today partly because of his hard work. But Mr. An clearly wasn’t ready for this. When he heard Matthew’s decision, he froze. “Mr. Matthew, did I hear that right?” Maybe he’d never once pictured himself climbing this high. “You heard right.” Matthew signed the appointment and slid it to him. “Do a solid job.” “We’ve got more businesses coming your way in the future.” “Don’t let me down.” Saying that out loud felt awkward to Matthew. He hadn’t expected he’d ever be the guy painting big dreams for others. Mr. An’s face flushed. He was so hyped he actually trembled. “Yes, Mr. Matthew. I won’t let you down.” The moment he took the appointment letter, he looked like he could see a bright future opening up. And Matthew did need more hands to help manage the future Third District. “Go on. Wrap up what you’re doing and finish the handover. Fast.” “Wuu-wuu-wuu!” Matthew had just set Mr. An’s duties and was about to head downstairs when a waitress, Gila, ran up sobbing. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks covered by her hands, eyes full of hurt. But her fingers didn’t fully cover it, and Matthew could see several marks. “Gila, what happened?” “Hands down.” Matthew’s voice went flat with displeasure. Mr. An hurried to her side. He knew Matthew cared about people’s dignity—especially his own team. No one messed with them. “Miss Gila, if someone wronged you, tell me.” He gently lifted her hand away. A clear handprint stood out on her cheek, already swollen. “Mr. Matthew, Manager… I don’t want to work anymore… wuu-wuu…” Gila couldn’t hold back and burst into tears. Matthew’s brows locked tight. She was only seventeen or eighteen—in his eyes, still a kid—but she worked like lightning. Wherever she cleaned, you wouldn’t find a speck of dust. “Gila, tell me.” “Let’s see who thinks they can push around people from the Larson hotels.” Gila kept her head down, tears dripping like a broken faucet. “Speak up, Gila.” “You’re one of ours. Bullying you is a slap in our hotel’s face.” Matthew’s voice dropped lower. He knew Gila wasn’t the type to start trouble. Mr. An chimed in to back her up. “Don’t worry. Think about what happened with the Red Scorpion—our boss handled that like a breeze.” That seemed to do the trick. Gila sniffed and finally spoke. “A guest said the boss is a freeloader.” “He said we’re kissing up to the Tang Family and clinging to Red Scorpion’s Lania, and that’s the only reason we’ve grown.” “I just explained one sentence, and the guy slapped me.” Her tears poured like a waterfall. Matthew’s face went dark. He knew people envied what he’d built. He didn’t care about that. But hitting one of his own? Bullying Gila? Did they really think Larson hotels were an easy target they could squeeze at will? “Get your manager out here!” “Damn, even a waitress dares talk back? Looks like your hotel doesn’t want to stay open.” The shouting rattled on. The lobby got loud and packed in no time. Inside the lobby, the cursing and posturing drew a crowd of customers.