Accelerating unconsciously, the car flew across a distance that was not really that far, and stopped at the door of the hotel lobby with a creak.
Li Jin immediately got out of the car, opened the door, picked up the limp woman, and walked to the hotel check-in desk without looking back. He did the whole thing in one go without looking back.
At the registration office, Li Jin threw out his and Li Songci's passports and said, "The room has been reserved. Give me the room card immediately."
Although the front desk of the Four Seasons Hotel is considered to be battle-hardened, as one of the most exclusive hotels in New York, it is rare to see such impatient men and women on such occasions.
It can be seen that the system information showed that the Oriental couple in front of them had booked a special presidential suite for US$20,000 a night, and the front desk immediately changed their mind.
Rich people are rich people, and they look particularly bold and free when opening a house. They are much better than those hypocrites who don't have much money in their pockets but pretend to be gentlemen.
Just as Li Jin was checking in with Li Song Ci in his arms, with the attention of most people in the hotel lobby, a polite and handsome Western man was staring at them in the lobby lounge area.
To be precise, it was staring at Li Songci.
This young man with an aristocratic temperament all over his body, although his expression was calm, there was deep anger and humiliation in his eyes.
Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man.
"Sir Wotton?"
Wharton came back to his senses at the middle-aged man's call.
Smiling apologetically at the man, Wharton said: "Sorry, I was distracted just now. I'm a little tired today. I will send someone to contact you about what we talked about before. That's it."
Having said this, Wharton saw that Li Songci was being carried towards the elevator by the man he did not recognize. He immediately left the middle-aged man with a look of astonishment and stood up and walked to the front desk.
"The room that those two people booked just now is next to the room. Please give me a room." Wharton said to the front desk expressionlessly.
"Sorry sir, the two of you just booked the special presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel. If you want to book a room next to them, you must make a reservation three days in advance..."
Before the receptionist finished his formulaic answer, Wharton had already pulled out a dark and low-key card.
"Your chairman is a frequent visitor to my back garden. Please give me a convenience. I will help you explain the relevant matters clearly, but don't waste my time, understand?" Wharton looked at the front desk calmly and said.
When he saw this pitch black card, the receptionist's eyes almost popped out of his head.
This top-notch unlimited card issued by the Swiss Bank, everyone in the world who can own it is a high-ranking and powerful person, a being that he will never be able to look up to in his life.
Coupled with Wharton's words, how could he dare to be negligent and said hurriedly: "Dear Sir, please forgive me for being rude. I will handle it for you immediately."
Ignoring the busy front desk, Wharton turned his head and looked in the direction of the elevator.
At this time, Li Jin was waiting for the elevator to open with his back to him, and Li Songci, who was being hugged by Princess Li Jin, was holding Li Jin's shoulders with both hands, just looking into Wharton's eyes.
Wharton clearly saw an inexplicable smile on the corner of Li Songci's mouth.
There is ridicule, contempt, disdain and indifference, but there is no hatred, let alone love.
With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Li Jin stepped into the elevator holding Li Songci.
The elevator door slowly closed, cutting off the exchange of glances between Wharton and Li Songci.
"Sir Wharton, what was that just now?" The middle-aged man hurried over and saw Wharton staring at a young man and woman entering the elevator and asked hurriedly.
"That woman, my wife, the second heir to the Li family in the eastern United States, Li Songci." Wharton smiled, but his tone was so cold that he said something that made the middle-aged man take a breath of air.