NovelEnglishThose people didn't even have the courage to approach Harold to flatter him.
After entering the hotel, Harold noticed that everyone would throw glances at Loraine and him from time to time.
“I've told you I wanted to change into another outfit before coming here, but you just wouldn't let me. See? Everyone is looking
strangely at us now.” Harold smiled wryly as he spoke.
“Mr. God of War, you look more domineering in the military uniform, you know? Although it's rather old, the aura you're exuding
makes you look better in it than in a suit. You look extremely cool and impressive!” Loraine complimented.
Having been able to head outside after staying at home for several days, Loraine was so excited that her face flushed a crimson
red.
“I had stopped fighting on the battlefield for years. Stop calling me Mr. God of War. Just call me Harold, and it sounds more
friendly, too,” said Harold.
He felt quite embarrassed to hear the young lady address him as “Mr. God of War.”
shall we?” Loraine tilted her head and pondered for a while before gladly accepting Harold's suggestion. She winked at him
playfully.
As soon as they found a spot to sit down, a waiter brought them two glasses of wine.
One would always feel the urge to use the restroom whenever one felt excited or nervous.
Even though Loraine was the granddaughter of a genius doctor, she was still a normal human being, and such a phenomenon
applied to her, too.
“Please hold my glass for a moment, Harold. I need to use the restroom.”
After taking two sips of wine, Loraine suddenly felt some period cramps.
She hurriedly handed Harold her glass of wine and excused herself with a flushed face.
Before Harold could say anything, she ran away, leaving the former completely puzzled.
Huh? Why is she blushing when she's just heading to the restroom?
In the next instant, Harold downed his glass of wine like he was just drinking water.
Then, he stood up, intending to put the empty glass away.
Thus, Harold quickly strode toward them.
Harold approached Glen and greeted him politely, “Mr. Zeller, what a pleasure to meet you guys here.”
Concurrently, the big shots who were attending the banquet had been focusing their attention on Harold.
When they saw Harold take the initiative to approach Glen, they widened their eyes in curiosity.
Even a few tycoons who knew Glen couldn't understand how Glen was acquainted with such a bigwig.
Despite having doubts in their mind, they didn't dare to approach and disturb Glen's conversation with Harold.
“What are you doing here, Harold? You aren't working as a security guard here, are you?”
Jacob and the father-and-daughter duo of the Zeller family were shocked to see Harold at the banquet.
Upon noticing the wine glass in Harold's hand, the trio thought that Harold was working as a waiter.
After all, the banquet was crowded with guests, and the hotel seemed to have insufficient waiters. It was a common practice for
the hotel management to assign some security guards to help serve the guests.
“I was just-”
Harold tried to explain, but Jacob didn't even give him a chance to speak.
“You're just what? Don't you see that we're already here? You're too clumsy! Hurry up and clean up the table at the side! Then,
bring us some wine!” Jacob yelled at Harold, trying to impress Megan.
“Okay. Just a moment, Mr. Zeller. I'll clean up the table now,” Harold told Glen.
He wasn't bothered by Jacob's attitude at all. On top of that, he thought it was only natural for him to serve Glen..
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