The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Atlas's crew stood firmly, barely acknowledging the hotel manager as they coolly remarked, "Mind your own business."

The manager, taken aback by their audacity, pointed to the badge on his chest, "I'm the manager here, and anything concerning our guests' safety is my business."

Beside him stood Mrs. Blake's trusted aide, and failing to enforce the rules in her presence would be a real embarrassment.

"So, kindly wait elsewhere or head to our security office," the manager added, stepping aside to let them through.

As he moved, the security guards behind him prepared to intervene, hinting at a possible confrontation.

One of Atlas's men squinted, reaching for his phone, but upon spotting two people approaching from the other end of the corridor, he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

The manager, facing away, didn't notice the newcomers. Seeing the man's action, he scoffed, "If you won't comply, we'll have to insist."

Turning to Jules with a slightly apologetic tone, he added, "Sorry about this. We'll make sure this doesn't happen again."

Jules nodded, "You're being too kind. Today's mix-up is really on our lady's friend not understanding the rules. If anyone should be apologizing, it's us."

The manager waved his hand, signaling the head of security.

The head nodded, leading a few guards to surround and remove Atlas's men.

Just then, Atlas and Mirabella arrived, noticing the guards' actions. He frowned, "What's going on?"

His men quickly explained with deference.

Atlas glanced at the manager and then at Jules, piecing together the situation.noveldrama

He muttered a curse under his breath, opting not to elaborate further before pulling out his phone to make a call.

The manager's face turned pale, about to speak but froze upon hearing Atlas demand the general manager's presence, hinting at a high-level connection.

Unease crept over him, wondering if Atlas was a high-ranking executive he hadn't met.

Jules was equally surprised, having only seen Atlas at a distance a couple of times near the school, knowing him as Miss Mira's driver. Yet, the driver exuded an unexpected authority.

Within two minutes of Atlas's call, the general manager rushed over, almost jogging, sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Mr. Shawn..." the manager began, only to be sharply silenced.

Approaching Atlas, the general manager bowed, "Atlas," then turned to Mirabella with utmost respect, "Miss Mira."

The manager, witnessing the general manager's humble demeanor, turned pale, grasping the seriousness of the situation.