A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 717 717

Hanging up the phone.

Javier Summers' face was pale.

His entire mind was blank.

Lilian Taylor apparently still didn't understand what had happened.

She stood up, walked over to Javier Summers, and asked, "President Summers, what did President Ford say?"

Javier Summers couldn't even hear Lilian Taylor's words.

He wobbled over to Dirk Carter, forced a smile, and said, "Secretary General Carter, um... about The Celebration Hall, you can continue to use it, and... and all the costs incurred will be covered by our hotel. Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

"President Summers, how can that be? I've already promised The Celebration Hall to Young Master Houseman."

Lilian Taylor immediately stood up and opposed.

There was a loud "slap."

Javier Summers couldn't hold it in any longer.

He slapped Lilian Taylor hard across the face.

In anger, he said, "Look at the mess you've made. From now on, you're fired!"

"Why, President Summers? I was only doing it for the good of our hotel."

Lilian Taylor was so aggrieved.

Tears were about to fall from her eyes.

"President Summers, what do you mean by this? Just because of a few lost clients, you're slapping me? Aren't you afraid of losing me as a client?"

John Houseman asked coldly.

Although Javier Summers was aware of John Houseman's identity,

when compared to the board's phone call, he knew which was more important.

He said, "Young Master Houseman, I'm really sorry, but The Celebration Hall has to be reserved for Secretary General Carter. I apologize for the inconvenience and will personally apologize another day."

"You've decided?"

John Houseman was evidently a bit angry.

He asked Javier Summers.

Javier Summers was about to speak.

Dirk Carter clapped the sofa armrest, stood up, and said, "President Summers, don't trouble yourself. I initially said that even if you let me use The Celebration Hall now, I wouldn't plan on using it. Since Young Master Houseman wants to use it, let him have it."

After saying this.

He looked over at John Houseman.

And said, "Young Master Houseman, remember what I said. Only when I, Dirk Carter, don't want it, will you get a chance. What is mine, you cannot take, neither your cousin nor your aunt has the power, and you certainly don't either."

After throwing down these words.

Dirk Carter turned to leave.

Seeing Dirk Carter about to leave,

Javier Summers panicked.

He hurriedly ran over to Dirk Carter, grabbed his hand, and pleaded, "Secretary General Carter, please don't hold a grudge. Earlier... I was bewildered, you have every right to use The Celebration Hall. We will compensate you as necessary, and we still hope you'll hold your wedding at our hotel. Besides, your wedding is only two days away; it might be hard to book another hotel now."

"Is that so? President Summers, see that car outside?"

Following Dirk Carter's pointing hand.

Sure enough, there was a business van parked at the hotel's entrance.

On the side of the van were some words: "Rexton Grand Hotel."

The middle-aged man in a suit standing nearby was waiting patiently and even waved at them when he noticed someone looking over.

Javier Summers was taken aback.

Isn't that the manager from the Rexton Grand Hotel?

"President Summers, when it comes to doing business, you're no match for other hotels. I've heard that since you refused me, at least five or six hotels have contacted me. You've missed a great opportunity for hotel publicity."

After saying that,

Dirk Carter patted him on the shoulder.

Then turned and got into the Rexton Grand Hotel's car.

Javier Summers was dumbfounded.

The words of Aurelius Ford were still echoing in his ears.

He muttered to himself, "It's over, it's really over this time..."

He knew.

It was hard enough for him to become the General Manager of the Rexton Sayer Intercontinental Hotel, with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands. If he lost this job, he might never find such a good position again.

To him, wouldn't that be worse than disaster?

No, he had to grasp at this last straw.

Thinking of this,

Javier Summers composed himself, returned to the angry John Houseman, and said, "Young Master Houseman, The Celebration Hall..."

Before he could finish his words,

John Houseman sneered and said, "Oh, President Summers, you really think highly of me, don't you? Do you think I'd still want to patronize your hotel in the future? And, President Summers, I'm a very vindictive person, you know."

After these words,

John Houseman patted him on the face.

Then turned and left.

It was over.

Due to his unstable position,

now he's lost another big client.

Isn't this adding crime to crime?

Feeling like his soul had been taken out, Javier Summers stood frozen, his woeful expression almost ready to cry.

"President Summers, can you... give me one more chance?"

Lilian Taylor asked inappropriately.

"Get lost, get out of here now! I don't want to see you again."

Javier Summers was already in an extremely bad mood.

Lilian Taylor chose the wrong time to add to the chaos; she simply didn't know how to read the room.

Lilian Taylor stomped her foot and said, "Fine, I refuse to believe I can't live without the Sterling Hotel."

She wiped her tears.

And hurriedly ran towards John Houseman's direction.

"Young Master Houseman, Young Master Houseman..."

In front of John Houseman's car,

Lilian Taylor caught up.

Hesitantly, she said, "Young Master Houseman, I'm really sorry about what happened today. I reserved The Celebration Hall for you long ago. It's that fool Javier Summers who can't see straight, which made you so angry. I... I apologize to you."

John Houseman got into the car.

With a cold gaze, he glanced at Lilian Taylor.

And said, "Get in the car."

"Huh?"

Lilian Taylor was momentarily stunned.

Then felt great joy in her heart.

She said, "Okay, okay, I'll get in the car, I'll get in the car."

In her view, she made the right decision; by serving customers like John Houseman well, he would definitely arrange another job for her, and next would be her chance to achieve great success.

She got into John Houseman's business van.

John Houseman patted the driver's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

The driver nodded knowingly.

The two cars, one in front and one behind, drove away from the hotel's entrance.

"Young Master Houseman, where are we going?"

About ten minutes after the car set off, Lilian Taylor asked.

Javier Summers, expressionless, said, "You'll know when we arrive."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Young Master Houseman."

Lilian Taylor tried her best to appear obedient.

Soon enough,

the car stopped at an abandoned construction site.

The surroundings were desolate, not a soul in sight.

After parking, the driver immediately got out and walked away.

Looking back, Lilian Taylor saw the other car parked far off at the intersection, maintaining a considerable distance from their van.

She wondered, "Young Master Houseman, are we waiting for someone here?"

Once again, John Houseman's gaze scanned over her.

At that moment, Lilian Taylor realized something was wrong.

"Begin."

John Houseman casually said.

Lilian Taylor paused, asking, "Begin what?"

"Stop pretending. Undress. Or do you need me to do it for you?"

John Houseman asked impatiently.