Chapter 398 Daryl's VIP
"This matter isn't impossible..." Daryl considered for a moment. "But let's discuss it later."
He felt this was something he should run by Noah first. After all, Larry was Noah's relative.
"Great!" Larry could barely contain himself, his heart nearly leaping into his throat with excitement.
'Just wait, Noah. I'll show you what real capability looks like! You might have sweet-talked your way into Bodhi's circle, but that won't last. In this world, only real power speaks!' he thought to himself.
"You all head to the Drunken Immortal Tower and get seated," Daryl instructed. "I need to pick someone up."
Cameron's eyes flashed with interest. "Pick someone up? Mr. Fields, all of Silverlight City's real estate tycoons are already here. Who could be so important?"
"A VIP," Daryl replied with a smile.
"A VIP?" Cameron's expression shifted instantly.
Ulysses and the other real estate moguls exchanged curious, shocked glances. Daryl was the top dog in Oceanbridge City's real estate industry—the highest-ranking person present. Whoever earned the title of his "VIP" must be extraordinary.
"Stop speculating," Daryl said dismissively. "Go to the Drunken Immortal Tower first. I'll bring my guest shortly, and then you'll see for yourselves."
"Of course!"
"Mr. Fields, your VIP must be truly extraordinary. You'll have to introduce us!" Ulysses chimed in eagerly.
Cameron nodded. "Absolutely. Anyone who's a VIP to you must be a true power player. Don't hold out on us—at least let us make their acquaintance."
"Don't worry," Daryl replied with a smile before walking away. "I'll make the introductions."
After the others had gone, Daryl approached Noah respectfully. "Mr. Anderson, the banquet at the Drunken Immortal Tower is ready. Shall we head over?"
"Sure," Noah nodded, falling into step beside him.
"By the way," Daryl mentioned as they walked, "a guy named Larry just approached me..." He briefly recounted what had happened earlier.
Noah's response was indifferent. "Whether you take him on or not is your call."
"Yes, Mr. Anderson!"
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The Drunken Immortal Tower was an upscale hotel near the Silverlight City Convention Center that typically catered to VIPs—officials and wealthy businesspeople who would stop by after events at the convention center.
In a luxurious private room on the third floor, several striking waitresses in red qipaos stood attentively by the walls. The round table was already laden with the restaurant's signature dishes, with two seats conspicuously empty—one for Daryl, and one for his mysterious guest.
"I'm starving!" Cameron picked up his utensils, ready to dig in.
"Mr. Simmons, mind your manners," Ulysses warned, stopping him. "If Mr. Fields suddenly walks in with his VIP and sees you already eating, they might take offense."
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!" Cameron quickly set down his knife and fork, realizing his mistake.
Meanwhile, Larry's mind raced with possibilities. Daryl had publicly agreed to take him in, and he was still basking in that excitement. Hearing that Daryl had a VIP coming made his heart pound even faster.
If he could connect with this VIP through Daryl, perhaps someday he could stand as Daryl's equal! With this thought, Larry clenched his fists, determined to make a good impression.
Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside.
"They're here!" Everyone tensed, their attention fixed on the door as it swung open.
Daryl entered first, smiling toward someone outside. "Mr. Anderson, this is it. Let's go in."
A young man walked in, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm and composed.
"Noah!" Larry gasped, his eyes bulging in disbelief. Why was this worthless Noah here?
More critically, Daryl was treating him with such respect—clearly, HE was the VIP!
Larry trembled uncontrollably with shock and confusion. Noah was Daryl's VIP? Why? How?
Cameron reacted similarly, his pupils contracting sharply as waves of astonishment crashed through his mind.
In Cameron's eyes, Noah was just some cocky kid who didn't know how to bow to those above his station. Such people couldn't possibly thrive long-term.
But the scene before him shattered Cameron's worldview completely. How could this be possible?
Noah walked forward and directly took the seat at the head of the table. Daryl obediently sat beside him.
"So Daryl's VIP is him?" Ulysses studied Noah, momentarily surprised before comprehension dawned.
He'd been following Silverlight City news lately. Today, a tycoon named Bodhi had invested ninety billion dollars to acquire shares in the Harris family factories.
In the news photos, sitting next to Bodhi was this very young man.
This young man was almost certainly working for Bodhi—which meant Daryl's VIP wasn't actually this young man, but the wealthy tycoon Bodhi himself! This young man was merely Bodhi's representative.
Still, even as a representative, he deserved respect. Ulysses immediately raised his glass and smiled. "I never expected Mr. Fields' VIP to be so young. May I ask this talented young man's name?"
"You can call him Mr. Anderson," Daryl replied.
"Ah, Mr. Anderson! I've heard of you—you work for the wealthy tycoon Bodhi!" Ulysses smiled broadly. "I'd like to toast to you!" With that, he drained his glass.
Noah didn't stand on ceremony. He raised his glass and took a sip, naturally returning the gesture.
"What? He works for the wealthy tycoon Bodhi?" Cameron was dumbfounded. No wonder this young man qualified as Daryl's VIP—he had Bodhi backing him.
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