She looked at Yan Huan and added:
"As a form of compensation, all purchases made by you two on the holographic shopping terminal will be covered by the Daydream Hotel."
A smile reappeared on the female manager's face. This time, the smile carried a little less formulaic polish and a little more genuine sincerity and lingering fear:
"I am terribly sorry for making the two of you feel uncomfortable. The prosperity of Penacony has always been a part of the Express's legacy, and this memory and respect should be engraved in every inch of this land, especially upon the sanctuary prepared for our most esteemed guests."
"Please believe me, this incident will never happen again."
"Another freebie. I'm getting sick of hearing about this compensation."
Yan Huan slid slowly over to the newly risen brass grandfather clock, reached out a finger, and flicked the pendulum gently.
Clang—
The crisp metallic echo reverberated through the luxurious suite.
He turned around and lifted his gaze.
Looking at the two hotel executives before him, who had instantly transitioned from flawless service providers to crisis management experts with an attitude of reverence bordering on servility, he couldn't help but marvel:
"I have to hand it to you guys, you really are something else..."
He pointed a finger at the esteemed Clock Kid holographic projection.
"If you ever dare to chisel away at these things again... I'll have this little gimmick show up on the toilet lids of all five Family heads, looping 'Step Into the Voyage' on repeat."
"Understood, Mr. Yan Huan..."
The female manager and the male attendant maintained their respectful postures, seeing the two of them off into the master bedroom area.
It wasn't until the door closed that they simultaneously let out an extremely faint breath.
The female manager rapidly typed