Chapter 72: Rooftop

LAWRENCE PARKED HIS car at the famous hotel. He gave the valet the key to his car and then helped me get out of it.

My jaw dropped open as I wandered around the lobby. This is actually my dream hotel. I used to dream of getting in here when I was a child. The beauty and quality of the place are really different. It was Mediterranean-inspired, from the terra-cotta roofing to the white tile floor. Its size is also not a joke.

“Good evening, Mr. President!” The one who’s wearing a uniform greeted him.

Suddenly I looked at Lawrence with amazement in my eyes. “This . . . is yours?!”

He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled broadly.

“Gosh!” I just patted my forehead because of stupidity.

“I’m one of the stockholders of this company. Actually, I owned fifty percent share of this company,” he said casually.

With his posture and kind of smile, I can say that he did not brag about