Chapter 9 The Truth Of The Diamond Card

"How ungrateful you are!"

Newell said with a scornful look in his eyes as he glanced at Mathews.

Mathews sneered, "We're here for dinner, so we're also your customers.

Not only are you not protecting our safety, but you're also siding with these hooligans! You're even asking these young girls to drink with these bastards!

What a great hotel!"

Those college students were all terrified that their faces turned deathly pale.

Plucking all her courage, Emory grabbed Mathews' arm.

Her expression was uglier than her crying face as she said, "Mathews, please stop."

"It's okay. I can handle it," Mathews comforted in a calm voice.

"You..."

She was absolutely rendered speechless and her eyes turned red.

She was so furious that she immediately burst into tears, disappointed in Mathews.

She felt like now was not the time for him to talk big!

However, she was also grateful to him for saving her.

But then, she felt a little shocked when she saw him still talking big. How irresponsible could he even be?

Emory lowered her head, put her hand in her pocket, grabbed her phone, and secretly called the police.

At the same time, Newell remained calm in the face of Mathews' provocation and said calmly, "Customers have different levels.

You are just Bronze Room customers, so be glad that I am still keeping you guys alive!

You're to be blamed for not having the money and power to be a higher-level customer!"

Newell's tone was extremely cold and condescending. It sounded almost as if he was talking to a mere beggar!

"Good, truly amazing, indeed!"

Mathews sneered.

He then took out a dazzling card from his pocket and said indifferently, "Check this then."

Newell's expression changed dramatically as he carefully took the card and examined it.

The card's surface had a starry pattern all over, which was almost as bright as the real stars on the night sky. There was also a hologram sticker on it, proving that it was the real deal.

It was undoubtedly the rare diamond card!

Newell gasped in shock and said, "This is a diamond card! And it's real!"

What?

A diamond card?

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Tobin's jaw dropped.

Even his uncle, the CEO of Wallace Group, only had a silver card.

And the market value of his uncle's company was over a hundred million dollars!

It was obvious how difficult it was to even get a membership card of the Choria Hotel.

Not to mention, the diamond card was two levels higher than that of the silver card!

The diamond card was only given to super-rich big shots. How could a poor guy like Mathews have it?

Rowe couldn't help gulping nervously. It was a diamond card!

Did he actually offend a big shot?

That could not be...

After taking another careful look at Mathews, he found that he was indeed plainly dressed, so he shouted, "How could a loser like you have a diamond card? You must have stolen it!"

His words enlightened the confused crowd.

After all, his words were more believable. There was no way for a poor guy like Mathews to get a diamond card. They all instantly believed that he must have stolen it! Or he might have found it somewhere.

Everyone now grew suspicious of Mathews.

Newell's expression darkened as he said in an unfriendly tone, "Young man, it's a serious crime to steal a diamond card of our esteemed VIP clients!

There used to be a thief who did it, but then the Torres family tore his limbs off and he was thrown in prison!

He was a handicap when he was finally released."

As soon as he finished, everyone present there was gloating over Mathews' misfortune.

"I didn't steal it. Saul Torres personally handed it to me," Mathews clarified with a faint smile.

The moment everyone heard those words, they fell as silent as a corpse.

After that, there were bursts of sneer in the room.

"You mean, Saul Torres, the president of Hlas Bank? He gave it to you in person? What a joke!"

"Damn it! Stop bragging!"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Newell flew into a fit of rage.

Mathews not only dared to mention his boss, but he also lied so brazenly!

How reckless he was!

Glaring at him, Newell shouted, "Brat! How dare you talk such nonsense?

I'll knock all your teeth off.

And then I'll also sew your lips shut!"

Upon hearing that, the security guard next to him clenched the baton in his hands as he stared at Mathews fiercely.

As long as Mathews dared to say anything wrong, he would immediately beat him up.

However, Mathews didn't panic at all.

He just smiled and shook his head before he said, "You don't believe me, huh?

Alright, I'll call Saul now!

Listen to our conversation carefully!"

Mathews then took his phone and called Saul.

He also put the phone on speaker.

"Wow! Is he crazy? How dare he really make the call? Who is he calling anyway? Couldn't be Saul, could it?"

"He is so reckless. I'd like to see what happens to him!"

"Maybe Newell would really sew his mouth shut. I really can't wait for the show to begin!"

Rowe, his men, and Torbin, were all waiting to see Mathews make a fool of himself.

Only Emory seemed worried...

After Mathews dialed the number...

The phone rang for a couple of times...

And just when they were not expecting it, the call was connected!