Chapter 4 It Won't End Well For You

"I'll say it one more time; I'll take care of it." Tristan's gaze hardened, his expression growing more exasperated.

Marlie let out a scoff. "Sure, keep up the act. I'm curious to see how far you'll go! Stirring trouble in Breezy Hotel is like asking for trouble! Trust me, it wouldn't be hard for me to get you thrown out by our security!"

Randy, observing Tristan's assertive stance, paused briefly and then instructed, "Alright. Lillian, proceed with the transaction."

Lillian, after a quick look at Tristan, remained silent as she took his bank card to handle the payment.

Marlie couldn't hide her disbelief. "Randy, you're being fooled. This man is probably here to amuse himself after bombing a job interview. There's no need to engage with him further; just signal security to escort him out."

Randy stayed quiet, simply waiting to see the outcome of Lillian's actions.

Marlie, unable to hide her irritation, scrutinized Tristan with a disdainful look and mocked, "Tristan. Are you that down after Ellie left you? Seeking some amusement here? How pathetic! I suggest you apologize to both Randy and me now and leave quietly. Otherwise, when security steps in, it won't end well for you."

Tristan gave her a brief look but chose not to respond.

Marlie was visibly agitated by his glance.

How could this nobody dare to look at her that way?

When Marlie was about to berate him further, Lillian suddenly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God! It worked! The payment's been processed!"

Tristan's demeanor brightened, a grin threatening to break through. He quickly coughed to compose himself, trying to contain his jubilation.

So it was all true!

The fifty thousand was real! That meant the one million was real as well!

His bank account really did have the funds! The system was indeed legit!

"What? This is unbelievable! Tristan is just a penniless nobody! How could he possibly afford this?" Marlie spun around, her voice rising in disbelief.

Tristan, managing to keep his excitement under wraps, paid no mind to Marlie and casually requested, "Could you set up a membership for me and add 950, 000 dollars to it?"

Marlie's eyes went wide in disbelief. "No way! How did you get such an amount of money, Tristan?"

She couldn't contain herself and charged toward Tristan, ready to confront him physically.

Randy stepped in swiftly to block her, scolding loudly, "Marlie! Stop this instant! How can you attack our customer like that!"

Marlie was startled and recoiled, refraining from acting recklessly, and then cast a resentful look back at Lillian, saying, "No!" This can't be happening! His card couldn't possibly hold more than 50, 000. Tristan is nothing but a poor soul!"

But Lillian, unable to hide her excitement, interrupted, "Wait! The top-up was successful! Mr. Stanfield, congratulations on adding 950, 000. You are now a distinguished VIP member at Breezy Hotel! On behalf of our entire staff, I welcome you and wish you an enjoyable experience!"

Marlie stood there, her body shaking from the shock.

The top-up went through? No! It seemed impossible. He was supposed to be...

Randy clapped his hands together, smiling, "Mr. Stanfield, it's an honor to have you as our most esteemed member! Breezy Hotel is at your service anytime!"

Lillian approached Tristan with a show of respect, handing him both his bank card and the exclusive dark gold VIP membership card.

"I'm really grateful, sir! You've truly saved me!"

Randy, leaning in, whispered to Lillian, "Since Mr. Stanfield has made good on our losses, about the mistake you made..."

Lillian, with a determined look, cut him off, "No! Randy, I didn't do anything wrong. There's been some misunderstanding. I insist on reviewing the surveillance footage."

Tristan found himself admiring Lillian a bit more.

She wasn't just a pretty face; her confidence and assertiveness were truly appealing.

Meanwhile, Marlie, seeing the turn of events, ignored Tristan and protested vehemently, "No! Absolutely not! How can you suggest such a thing, Lillian? Those who come to Breezy Hotel for consumption are either affluent or aristocratic. Reviewing the surveillance would breach their privacy. And what right do you have to access the surveillance footage?"

"You..." Lillian began but found herself momentarily at a loss for words.

In a hotel that prided itself on guest service, prioritizing the comfort and confidentiality of its patrons was paramount.

Marlie's argument seemed to stand on solid ethical ground, rendering Lillian momentarily disheartened and without a rebuttal.

She didn't want to be unjustly accused.

Randy gave Lillian a sympathetic look, and then turned his gaze to Marlie, choosing to remain silent.

Tristan observed the situation with a raised eyebrow.

Marlie's reaction struck him as overly defensive. Was it really necessary to react so strongly about customer privacy?

He then said in a calm manner, "Randy, as a newly minted VIP member, I believe I have certain rights. Could we possibly review the surveillance footage? Would that be permissible?"

At Tristan's request, Marlie's expression underwent a dramatic shift, and she let out a loud, "Tristan!"

Randy, considering Tristan's status as a VIP, agreed promptly, "Of course. Let's go to the surveillance room."

Marlie attempted to intervene, but Randy was already on his way to the surveillance area.

Tristan and Lillian wasted no time in following him, leaving Marlie behind.

Once inside the surveillance room, Randy quickly called up the relevant video and set the correct timestamp.

As the footage unfolded, Marlie's complexion turned increasingly pale, while Randy's face took on a somber tone.

"Marlie! What have you done? The footage clearly shows you helped that customer dodge the bill and then you had the audacity to lay the blame on Lillian!" Randy's voice was filled with fury.

Lillian was visibly angry, taking deep breaths, her chest rising and falling noticeably. Tristan couldn't help but notice, concerned that her shirt might not hold.

"Marlie! Your actions are reprehensible! Framing me over a job competition is low!" Lillian expressed her anger sharply.

Marlie, now pale as a ghost, shook. "This... I... Randy, I didn't mean for it to happen..."

Randy dismissed her explanation with a scoff. "Humph! You didn't mean to? Marlie, do you think I'm an idiot? You're terminated, Marlie. You have three days to make right the hotel's losses, or we'll see you in court."

Marlie, now panicked and tearful, begged, "Randy, please, I'm begging you. Don't let me go. I admit I was wrong. Please give me another chance!"

Tristan let out a soft laugh.

"Marlie, I suggest you apologize to Lillian and Randy right now and leave quietly. Otherwise, if security steps in, it won't end well for you."

Marlie's expression was a mix of shame and shock.

The very taunts she had hurled at Tristan... were now being directed at her.

And she found herself at a loss for words in response.