CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 472: SHOW OFF

"...Alright, alright, alright, make sure you arrive early on the day so you can look around the hotel. The décor inside is all in traditional style, and the key attractions are the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, as well as the decorations nearby, many of which are authentic pieces." After Chaya Davis hung up the phone, she called other friends.

She wanted to spread the word about her daughter getting engaged at the Imperial Hotel.

Who in the Imperial City doesn’t know about the Imperial Hotel?

Let’s not even mention the main guest room building next door; there’s the restaurant beside it, nine stories, an impressive number, and not to mention the interior design, which was built with the guidance of highly respected experts using traditional architecture.

The expense wasn’t just immense; it was immeasurable.

The nine-story restaurant gets more luxurious with each ascending floor.

And as the floors increase, the antiques placed inside also increase in number and price.

The Imperial City is never short of wealthy people, and even ordinary wealthy people consider it quite an achievement to splurge once or twice a year in the Imperial Hotel’s first floor.

After all, the higher the floor, the higher the expense.

The Wilson Clan, with their status, would only entertain the most important guests on the seventh floor of the Imperial Hotel.

The eighth floor, now that’s a level the Wilson Clan has never reached.

One must understand that simply inviting guests for a table and preparing an engagement party cost entirely different amounts.

The Wilson Clan holding the engagement party for Ophelia on the eighth floor of the Imperial Hotel means they really, really value her.

Chaya Davis hung up the phone, looked up, and exclaimed in shock, "Auntie, what are you doing here? You made no sound at all, nearly scared me to death!"

Chaya, panicked, patted her chest, her heart pounding uncontrollably because of Old Mrs. Wilson’s scare.

Who wouldn’t be frightened looking up to see an old wrinkled face and a pair of cold, murky eyes?

"What are you doing?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked, suppressing her anger.

"I was calling my good friends. Of course, I need some close friends to come show support for Ophelia’s engagement," Chaya said with a smiling face.

How could she miss such a good opportunity to show off?

"You can’t make phone calls in your own room? You don’t have a mobile phone?" Old Mrs. Wilson questioned.

"Oh, auntie, how can you say that? The Wilson Clan wouldn’t care about a few phone bills, would they?" Having already connected with the Wilson Clan, and soon to rely on the Seymour Family as well, Chaya naturally wasn’t hiding her thoughts anymore and felt more relaxed. "It’s just that my mobile phone is charging."

Old Mrs. Wilson looked deeply at Chaya for a moment, which made her feel slightly unsettled, as if something ominous was fixating on her.

"Auntie, do you need anything else?" Chaya’s voice wavered a bit, as if she was just discovering how intimidating this old woman’s gaze could be.

"No, nothing." Old Mrs. Wilson recalled Old Mrs. Wilson’s words and said nothing more before turning around and slowly heading upstairs.

After Old Mrs. Wilson’s figure disappeared, Chaya mumbled under her breath, "Old hag!"

What did she have to fear now?

The entire Wilson Clan depended on her daughter now.

Understanding this, Chaya directly brushed off what just happened and continued to call her good friends.

After all, she had married Jerry Taylor for so many years and had always lived in such poverty.

Just a few pieces of jewelry, a house that was only a three-bedroom two-living-room, and a car that was merely an ordinary means of transportation.

How could it compare to the comfort she had now?