Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Staying for Her
The few people took the card into their hands, their hands almost trembling.
You must know, this place is The Nocturne.
The cards sold to the public by The Nocturne are all annual cards.
But even for an annual card, the threshold to buy it is extremely high, let alone the lifetime membership card they had never even heard of.
But that’s not all, the manager continued: "Furthermore, all of your expenses tonight will be waived, to show our apologies."
Dining once at The Nocturne can cost as much as a luxury car.
"Manager, you’re being too kind."
The manager smiled and said: "This is at the behest of Young Master Prescott, he wants to entertain some friends today, so I can only put you through this inconvenience."
"Not inconvenient at all, not inconvenient at all!"
Not only was it not inconvenient, but it was a huge gain!
They wished they could suffer more inconveniences like this.
They had no other hobbies, just loved being a bit inconvenienced!~
The manager replicated the operation and soon invited all the guests from the second-floor box to happily eat downstairs.
Of course, except for Warren Prescott’s own box.
The manager dared not let the dumb waiter under him go and reply, he personally went to report to Warren Prescott.
Mentioning the distribution of dozens of lifetime membership cards, Warren listened without any expression, just nodded lightly.
To him, the process wasn’t important, the result was.
"Organize a clean box and invite guests from D1 to D5 up."
D1 to D5 precisely referred to Ashley Shaw’s group.
The manager immediately responded: "Yes."
As the manager went downstairs, only then did Warren Prescott return to the box.
Lars Prescott was already about seventy percent drunk, and beside him, Mr. Rowan was subtly blocking the drinks for him.
One has to admit, the drink capacity of Riverton folks really is impressive.
Lars Prescott was starting to struggle, while Hank Hayes remained unfazed, continuing to drink his white spirits.
Even Zoe Hayes, beside him, had drunk nearly half a pound of baijiu.
Seeing this, Warren Prescott couldn’t help but think of the day Ashley Shaw drank too much.
It was at a KTV, Ashley Shaw said she wanted to repay his kindness.
Warren knew exactly how much money Ashley Shaw had.
So in order to make her unable to repay the kindness she wanted to clear, he deliberately ordered alcohol beyond her wallet’s capacity.
He just didn’t expect that on that day she actually got a concussion, and after drinking not long, she passed out, almost scaring his soul away.
Thinking of that day, Warren Prescott felt an indescribable regret.
Seeing Warren return, Lars Prescott asked somewhat displeasedly: "Why did you take so long?"
Warren gathered his thoughts, walked over and sat down, then replied without a change in expression: "I had an upset stomach."
Hearing this, Zoe Hayes couldn’t help but relate it to herself.
Her expression changed again, feeling a bit embarrassed.
So during the rest of the meal, she dared not look at Warren Prescott again, eating absentmindedly.
Soon, Mr. Rowan whispered a few words to Lars Prescott.
Lars Prescott nodded slightly, then said: "Minister Hayes, I have another matter to attend to later, so I will have to leave first. I’ll have Warren accompany you. The Nocturne is large, after you finish eating, you can continue watching the performance or wander around. There’s a lot of fun here."
Hank Hayes quickly stood up and said: "Alright, you go ahead with your business, the important matters come first."
"Then we’ll excuse ourselves first."
Lars Prescott stood up, and The Hayes Family quickly followed suit to see him off.
The door to the box opened and then closed again.
Hank Hayes turned around, politely saying to Warren Prescott: "Mr. Prescott Jr., if you have matters to attend to, you can go ahead and handle them, don’t let us delay your time."
Warren Prescott slightly tugged his lips, replying: "I don’t have much going on today, I’ll first accompany you to finish eating."
Hank Hayes was a bit surprised.
He’s already said that, if Warren wanted to leave, he could just go directly. Why would he choose to stay and eat with them?
He didn’t think it was because Lars Prescott made Warren stay.
When Lars was around, Warren wasn’t particularly giving his father face, not to mention Lars wasn’t here now?
Could there be another arrangement?
It must be so.
Thinking this, Hank Hayes didn’t think further, raising his glass to toast Warren Prescott.
Zoe Hayes, beside Hank Hayes, suddenly came to her senses.
If Warren Prescott didn’t leave, could it be...because of herself?
But if so, why didn’t Warren give her any face when he went out to the restroom just now?
People like to deceive themselves, especially women who have just fallen in love.
Zoe Hayes quickly convinced herself.
Perhaps Warren was just too straightforward, and didn’t intend to embarrass her.
Otherwise, why would he choose to stay when her father offered for him to go ahead with his business?
Zoe Hayes’ eyes quickly regained their brightness.
...
The tense and thrilling performance downstairs had finished, another group of beautiful women in ancient costumes began playing instruments.
Ashley Shaw was discussing with Ariana Grant about which instrument was the most difficult when they saw a middle-aged man in a black suit walking towards them.
Among a crowd dressed in ancient costumes, the man in a suit was particularly eye-catching.
When the man stood in front of them, Ashley Shaw caught sight of the name tag on his chest.
It was the manager of The Nocturne.
The manager crouched down in front of them, and only when at eye level did he explain his purpose.
Ashley Shaw and Ariana Grant exchanged a surprised glance.
It turned out they were invited upstairs for dinner.
The manager wore a clearly ingratiating smile, saying: "The view of the performance is better upstairs, and the dinner standard is higher than downstairs. If you would, please move upstairs..."
He said this looking at Ashley Shaw.
Though he didn’t know which of the five people Mr. Prescott Jr. truly wanted to invite.
But at a glance, Ashley Shaw was the most eye-catching.
The dancers at The Nocturne were top-notch beauties, but relatively inferior compared to this lady.
So he instinctively spoke to Ashley Shaw.
This was not something Ashley Shaw could decide, she shifted her gaze to inquire Xavier Quincy’s intentions.
No matter what, Xavier Quincy was the one hosting today, his opinion mattered the most.
Xavier Quincy instead asked her in return: "Ashley, do you want to go up?"
Ashley Shaw hesitated for a moment, but ultimately shook her head lightly.
In her view, there were no free lunches.
What if it was a trap?
This place seemed like a spendthrift’s lair, and if something were to happen, a few million wouldn’t be enough to pay for it.
Even if those millions were enough, it wasn’t necessary.
As the saying goes, better fewer troubles than more troubles.
Seeing Ashley Shaw shake her head, Xavier Quincy told the manager: "Thank you, but we won’t need a private box. We’ve eaten enough here and it’s good."
The manager was utterly shocked that these people would actually refuse the invitation.
He thought inviting people upstairs would be harder than inviting them downstairs, yet didn’t expect... these people didn’t want to go up?
What to do?
If he didn’t complete the task assigned by Mr. Prescott Jr., he feared he would have to account for it right here.
But from Mr. Prescott Jr.’s side, he was not allowed to reveal Mr. Prescott Jr.’s identity, while these few individuals clearly distrusted him.
After thinking for a moment, the manager said: "Honestly speaking, I actually have a favor to ask, which is why I’m inviting you upstairs."