Chapter 351

"What do you actually want?" Margaret Evans clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she suppressed her rage.

Linda Lombardi crossed her legs leisurely, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"My son and I have suffered terribly these past two weeks in Boston. That awful hospital bed left me aching all over, and your driver nearly ran us over. I still have nightmares!" She dramatically massaged her temples. "Surely you owe us compensation for emotional distress?"

Margaret's breathing grew heavier. "Get to the point."

"First, we need better accommodations." Linda's eyes gleamed. "I hear the five-star hotels here are exquisite?"

Tyler Lombardi immediately chimed in. "Mom, if we're doing this, let's get the Presidential Suite!"

Margaret closed her eyes briefly. "...Fine."

That evening, the mother and son checked into a luxury hotel near the hospital.

Though they didn't secure the Presidential Suite, the Executive Suite's opulence left them gaping.

"This bathtub is bigger than our bed at home!" Tyler exclaimed, darting around the room. "Mom, look! The curtains are automatic!"

Linda ran her fingers over the leather sofa, eyes wide. "How much does this cost per night...?"

Suddenly grabbing the room service menu, she gasped. "$288 for a bowl of noodles? Highway robbery!"

Tyler swallowed hard. "Mom, I'm hungry..."

Linda's eyes narrowed. She immediately dialed Margaret. "We're not getting proper nutrition here..."

"Order whatever you want. Put it on my tab." Margaret hung up abruptly.

The pair promptly ordered the most expensive steak and wine.

A uniformed server wheeled in their meal, arranging the silverware with practiced elegance.

"Enjoy your meal." He gave a slight bow.

Linda swirled her wineglass like she'd seen in movies, mentally recalculating: Was $50 million too modest?

......

Three days later, Margaret received another call from Linda.

"What? You want to visit a members-only club?" Margaret's voice sharpened.

Linda spoke matter-of-factly. "That afternoon tea you posted about looked lovely. Take us to experience it."

Margaret nearly crushed her phone. "That's invitation-only!"