Chapter 328 Just Do It
The girl had an incredible figure, dressed in a sporty outfit, with a delicate pink mole on her forehead. She looked like she had stepped out of a painting.
"Wow, she's stunning! An absolute knockout!" Kurt's eyes were glued to her as she walked by.
"She's gorgeous!" Audrey and the other female teachers were equally mesmerized by her beauty, feeling a bit self-conscious in comparison.
Noah recognized her immediately—it was Clementine.
"Noah, what are you staring at?" Kurt frowned, noticing Noah's unwavering gaze on Clementine. "You think you stand a chance for a girl like her? She's way out of your league! Only a local like me could match up to her."
But Clementine had already reached Noah, smiling warmly. "Let's head back. I don't have any more classes today."
"Sure." Noah nodded, ignoring Kurt completely as he walked side by side with Clementine towards the escalator.
Kurt was dumbfounded. "No way... How does a girl like that know Noah?"
He rubbed his eyes, but there was no mistake—Clementine was indeed leaving with Noah. "This can't be happening! How could someone like her be interested in a guy like Noah? He's just a country bumpkin!"
The female teachers nearby were equally shocked. "Is she Mr. Anderson's girlfriend?"
"Noah's one lucky guy!"
As they walked, Noah asked, "How's the pay for a classical dance teacher?"
"It's pretty good, around six or seven thousand dollars a month, and I only have to teach for two or three hours a day," Clementine replied. "The other teachers are nice, but some of the male teachers can be annoying."
Noah chuckled. With Clementine's looks, it was no surprise she attracted attention wherever she went. "If you have any trouble, just let me know. I'll handle it."
"Okay!" Clementine nodded.
They arrived at the Hilton hotel lobby. "Wait here for a moment. I'll go to the front desk and book the presidential suite for a month," Noah told Clementine.
"Sure, Mr. Anderson," Clementine said, sitting down on a nearby sofa.
At the front desk, a young man in a sharp suit with a trendy haircut was waiting. He had a confident, almost cocky demeanor, with an earring in his left ear that added a rebellious touch. He had his arm around a woman with a sharp face, wearing a crop top that showed off her navel.
"Damn it, where is that Noah guy?" the young man grumbled impatiently.
"Please be patient, sir. The presidential suite is fully booked today. If Mr. Anderson doesn't check out by noon, we'll pack up his belongings and prepare the room for you. There's still twenty minutes left," the receptionist explained with a smile.
Just then, Noah walked up.
"Mr. Anderson, you're here!" the receptionist greeted him warmly.
"So, you're Noah?" The young man looked Noah up and down with disdain. "Hurry up and check out. I need that presidential suite."
"It's not time yet. Why should I check out early?" Noah replied calmly.
"Kid, the presidential suite costs eighteen grand a night. You think you can afford two nights?" The young man sneered. "There's only twenty minutes left. What do you need it for?"
"Yeah, hurry up and check out!" the woman chimed in mockingly. "Look at you, do you really belong in the presidential suite? One night probably cost you everything you have!"
"Are you two idiots? Watch your mouths," Noah said coldly.
"How dare you! Do you know who I am?" The young man was furious, his eyes blazing.
"Who are you calling an idiot?" the woman also snapped.
"Everyone, calm down," the receptionist intervened quickly. "Mr. Anderson, this gentleman is a platinum member of our hotel. Since you only have twenty minutes left, how about checking out now? We'll compensate you with two thousand dollars."
The young man smirked triumphantly. "Kid, two thousand dollars is a lot. Take the money and get lost! That's the benefit of being a platinum member."
"Having money really does make a difference," the woman added smugly. "Now hurry up and leave. Don't get in the way of us using the suite."
Noah ignored them and turned to the receptionist. "Your hotel values platinum members so much, but what about the experience of regular guests? This is supposed to be a five-star hotel. Do you have such a policy?"
The receptionist hesitated, then forced a smile. "It's not an official policy, just my personal consideration for our platinum members. After all, the value they bring to our hotel is much higher than that of regular guests."
"How can I become a platinum member?" Noah asked.
The young man laughed. "You think you can be like me? Platinum members spend at least two hundred grand a year at Hilton. Do you have that kind of money?"
Noah ignored him and placed his room key and credit card on the counter. "Charge it. I'll book the presidential suite for a month."
"A month in the presidential suite!" The young man, the woman, and the receptionist were all stunned.
"Sir, are you sure? The presidential suite costs eighteen thousand dollars a night. For a month, that's five hundred and forty thousand dollars," the receptionist stammered.
"Just do it," Noah said.
"Okay." The receptionist, hands shaking, took the card and processed the payment.
Noah entered his PIN.
The receipt printed out.
"Sir, you can stay in the presidential suite for a month. We'll have someone clean it daily," the receptionist said respectfully, handing Noah his room key and card.
The young man and the woman were speechless. This guy just booked the presidential suite for a month!
Even the young man, who was used to spending money, thought it was excessive and unnecessary.
"I just spent five hundred and forty thousand dollars. Am I a platinum member now?" Noah asked the receptionist.
"Mr. Anderson, with that amount, you're now our diamond member!" The receptionist's face lit up with a sycophantic smile, completely different from her earlier disdain.
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