“Let’s go!” Tiffany insisted, pulling Faton back inside with determination.

With a stern expression, Tiffany slammed her hand on the desk. “Hey! Didn’t you just say there were no standard rooms available? How did that person get a card then? Where’s your manager? I want to file a complaint!”

Tiffany's sudden return with Faton and her outburst left the pretty receptionist stunned. “What did you just say?”

“I said you just claimed there were no standard rooms! So how did that poor guy manage to get a room card? You’re lying to us! Get your manager over here!”

Tiffany was furious. It was outrageous that they had clearly had standard rooms available, yet she was told otherwise. She was determined to make sure this employee faced the consequences!

“Get your manager out here!” Faton’s expression had turned cold as well. As a member of the hotel, he couldn’t just let himself be toyed with by a front desk clerk.

The receptionist sighed, “I’m sorry, but we truly don’t have any standard rooms left. The person you mentioned was actually checking into the presidential suite!”

“What? The presidential suite?” Tiffany exclaimed in disbelief.

“You’re still trying to deceive us! That poor guy couldn’t possibly afford a presidential suite! You must be lying to cover up your earlier mistake! Get your manager over here!” Faton’s face darkened.

“Yeah, hurry up! How could that guy afford a presidential suite?” Tiffany added angrily.

The receptionist felt genuinely helpless. When she saw Cedric Brown walk in wearing cheap clothes, she thought he couldn’t afford anything.

But then he pulled out a wad of cash worth ten thousand dollars, leaving her shocked!

She had no choice but to call the manager over.

Soon, Mr. Malachi, dressed in a professional suit, approached with a smile. “Hello, how can I help you today?”

“I want to file a complaint against her! She deceived us as customers! There were clearly standard rooms available, yet she said there weren’t! But she just gave a room cardmto someone else!” Tiffany stated coldly.

“Right! How can you treat us members like this? Is this how your hotel operates?” Faton added, his tone filled with arrogance.

The beautiful receptionist rolled her eyes in exasperation. Just because they couldn't afford it, did they think no one else could?

Mr. Malachi's expression changed. "Please wait a moment! Let me check!"

He walked to the front desk and looked at the computer, then said, "I'm sorry, but we don't have any standard rooms left. The guest who just checked in took the presidential suite!"

"What?" Tiffany's face fell again!

"How could that loser afford a presidential suite?" Faton exclaimed, knowing that his monthly living expenses were just ten thousand dollars. He wouldn never consider booking that room.

"Did you say he found some money? Maybe it wasn't just two thousand, but twenty thousand?" Faton speculated.

"Maybe!" Tiffany felt a pang of envy. That loser found twenty thousand? What kind of luck was that? Where else would he get the money to book a presidential suite?

"This Cedric Brown really knows how to show off. He finds twenty thousand and spends over eight thousand on a room. He certainly knows how to live a good life," Tiffany said sarcastically.

"Losers will always be losers. He thinks he’s a big shot with a little money. Twenty thousand is just what my dad makes in three or four days. Even he wouldn't book a presidential suite, and this guy, just because he got lucky, thinks he can? That's hilarious," Faton mocked.

"Exactly, he's just a complete loser," Tiffany scoffed.

"Do you two need anything else?" Mr. Malachi asked with a smile.

"No, we're good."

Tiffany waved her hand, pulling Faton aside. Just then, she spotted Cedric Brown stepping out of the elevator. She whispered, "Doesn't that loser love to show off? Why don't we just let him treat us to dinner? He loves to flaunt, and if we mention it, he definitely won't refuse."

"That's a great idea! I haven't had dinner yet," Faton chuckled.

Tiffany smiled and called out, "Hey, Cedric Brown!"

Hearing the call, Cedric Brown paused in surprise. The two people were still here? He walked over, puzzled.

"What are you up to?" Tiffany asked.

"I'm hungry, planning to grab a bite," Cedric replied.

"Grab a bite?" Tiffany thought to herself, wondering if he was planning to eat some fast food. She cleared her throat and said seriously, "Cedric Brown, you should at least thank me for lending you money."

"Of course," Cedric smiled. If it weren't for Tiffany's two hundred bucks, he wouldn't have made it through this week, even with the interest.

Gotcha! Just as I thought! Tiffany smirked internally. She smiled and said, "My boyfriend and I haven't eaten yet, so why don't you treat us to dinner at this hotel?"

"Sure thing," Cedric nodded.

Tiffany exchanged glances with Faton. They both remembered their last meal here; just a few dishes had cost them five or six hundred. With three people, it would easily be two thousand. Was Cedric really that generous?

He really loves to show off!

"Thanks a lot! I'm so hungry," Tiffany said cheerfully, pulling Faton toward the hotel restaurant.

Cedric followed behind. When they arrived at the restaurant. Cedric had never been to a place like this before. The three of them sat down, and a waiter came over with the menu.

"Good evening, everyone! We have special set meals available, including drinks. This is our A set, only 800!" The waiter recommended, noticing they were all students.

"A set meal? I don't want that; they usually taste terrible," Tiffany shook her head.

"Me neither," Faton added.

"How about ordering something else? If you want to thank me, you wouldn't want to shortchange me, right?" Tiffany smiled at Cedric Brown.

"Sure, order whatever you want," Cedric replied nonchalantly.

"Order whatever I want? How much do you think you can just throw around?" Tiffany thought inwardly, rolling her eyes, and Faton couldn't help but smirk at the situation.

Show off, will you? Tiffany smiled sweetly, "Then I'll get this, this, and this!"

Tiffany ordered four dishes, while Faton chose three.

"Are you sure you want to order this much?" The server's expression changed. These were all specialty dishes, and the total would be over four thousand! And it seemed like they were all students!

"Absolutely," Tiffany insisted with a smile.

"Yeah, let's go with that," Cedric agreed without hesitation.

The server glanced at Cedric, feeling a bit sorry for him. Was he about to get taken advantage of by his friends?

After the server left, Tiffany and Faton exchanged excited looks. It had been a while since they'd had a feast. Tiffany felt great inside, while she imagined Cedric was probably regretting his decision.

Soon, the dishes arrived, and there were so many that the three of them might not finish it all. Tiffany picked up a piece of beef and popped it into her mouth, her mischievous side coming out again. "Cedric, look at all this food; we can't possibly finish it all. How about I call a few friends over? It’ll be more lively with more people."

She had mentioned inviting some girlfriends last time, and this was the perfect opportunity to make it happen.

"Sure," Cedric nodded.

"It might get a bit crowded, and we might need to order a few more dishes, is that okay?" Tiffany asked tentatively, maintaining her composure. Is he still trying to play it cool, huh?

"Okay," Cedric nodded again.

"What an idiot!" Faton scoffed, continuing to eat. Tiffany immediately smiled and pulled out her phone to text a few friends, urging them to come over quickly.

"Who's treating?" Tiffany's friend, Diana Fields, messaged back.

"There's a big spender here, so just bring your boyfriend along. He wants to show off, and we need to play along, right?" Tiffany replied with a smirk.

"Who’s showing off?" another friend, Winona Anderson, asked.

"You wouldn’t know him, Cedric Brown!"

"That guy? The broke loser? Does he even have money to throw around?" Diana Fields questioned.

"This guy got lucky and found a lot of cash!" Tiffany replied.

"Alright, I’m on my way!" both Winona and Diana texted back.

In less than fifteen minutes, the two beauties arrived with their boyfriends. Cedric only recognized one of the girls, while he didn’t know the other two guys at all.

Tiffany exchanged glances with them, and Diana immediately called the waiter over to order. The four of them took turns ordering six dishes, all expensive ones, racking up a bill of nearly three thousand. Tiffany couldn’t help but chuckle to herself, thinking, “That’s almost eight thousand! Cedric must be feeling the pinch!”

The food arrived quickly, and none of them spoke to Cedric. They laughed and joked among themselves, completely treating him as an outsider. Once Cedric had eaten enough, he called the waiter over.

"Sir, your total bill comes to seven thousand six hundred and eighty!" the waiter said. She felt a bit sorry for Cedric, noticing his cheap clothes and wondering how he could afford such a hefty bill.

Tiffany, Faton, and the others all turned to look at Cedric. Tiffany was practically bursting with joy, thinking, “Let’s see if you still want to show off!”

Cedric pulled out ten thousand in cash from his bag. Tiffany's eyes widened in shock. He really did find twenty thousand! How could this guy be so lucky? Faton felt a twinge of jealousy, but thought, “No matter how lucky you are, I’ll make sure you pay for it all today!”

Cedric handed over fifteen hundred to the waiter and didn’t touch the rest of the money. Tiffany’s expression changed. What did that mean? It was not enough! Faton and the others exchanged puzzled glances.

“Sorry, sir, this isn't enough," the waiter said helplessly.

"Exactly, it's seven thousand six hundred eighty. You should give him seven thousand seven," Tiffany chimed in.

"That's right, but you are the one who lent me the money, so it's normal for me to treat you to dinner as a thank you. The others, I don't know them. Why should they matter to me?" Cedric Brown shook his head.