The Peninsula Hotel Chicago had its own private driveway. Its doormen were different from those at other hotels. If there was one difference, it was that they had seen far more luxury cars, handsome men, and beautiful women than doormen at other hotels.
But they really had never seen a combination like today's.
A silver-white sports car slowly approached, without the roar of a sports car's engine, like a silent snow leopard bringing its prey home.
"What car is that?" one doorman asked.
"An electric sports car from Tesla. A rich man's toy," the valet replied.
The sports car stopped at the entrance. A Peninsula doorman in a white pillbox hat hurried over to open the passenger door and greet the distinguished guest.
The guest in the passenger seat told him that he had booked the Peninsula Suite and that his surname was Lu. Then he walked around to the driver's side, where another doorman had already opened the door.
A small, fair hand reached out. A light, silky sleeve slipped down to the elbow, as though a princess in her silk nightdress had returned to her own bedchamber.
Lu Mingfei took Zero's hand and walked into the Peninsula Hotel with her on his arm. Her slender heels tapped against the floor, her calves tensing into graceful curves. The hotel doors opened automatically before them. The Peninsula Hotel Chicago's most distinguished guests of the night had arrived.
"Good evening, Mr. Lu." The hotel butler was already waiting at the entrance. "Welcome to the Peninsula Hotel."
"Good evening, ma'am. It is an honor to have you here." He bowed slightly to Zero, then looked back at Lu Mingfei. "Please follow me. We will check you in directly in your suite."
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