Dragging the terrified waiter into a corner, the owner hissed, "Give me the rundown of every room. Now."
The waiter nodded frantically, keeping his voice low. "The Mayor's eldest son is in Gold Room 1, the Greenway Family patriarch is in Gold Room 2, in Gold Room 3 is—"
"Are you brain-dead?!" The owner smacked the waiter across the head. "Did I ask about the Gold rooms?! Those are untouchable VIPs! Tell me about the Silver rooms!"
"Y-Yes sir!" The waiter wiped the sweat from his brow. "Silver Room 1 has a middle-aged man, looks like a Level 30 Warrior. Silver Room 2 is... and in Morning Room 4, there are just two teenagers. I heard them asking about the auction."
The owner's eyes narrowed. They were all decently strong, but this was Dellas. Local politics trumped everything. Two random rich kids couldn't hold a candle to the Radcliffe Family.
