"One million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand? Jessie, are you out of your mind?"
Simon's mother glanced at the bill, her eyes nearly popping out.
"Please don't make baseless accusations, ma'am. Our hotel is top-notch, and this is a very reasonable price for a full hotel buyout. A prestigious family like the Jones family wouldn't want to share a venue for their wedding, right? Besides, you did mention paying double earlier. Would you like to use card or...?"
Under my sincere gaze, Simon's mother turned red, then white, and finally pitch black.
Simon himself stood like a quail, not daring to make a sound.
Seeing Simon and his mother on the verge of collapse, I turned to Julia with interest, "Surely the CEO of a listed company can afford this, right?"
Julia snorted, "Who wants to have a wedding in your hotel!"
"Oh, so you can't afford it. If you can't, then scram! Why are you pretending to be something you're not? A bunch of morons!"
"Security! Throw these idiots out, including his relatives!"
Wendy, who had been holding back, stormed onto the stage and unleashed a tirade.
Simon turned around, seemingly wanting to say something to me, but in the next second, he was lifted off the ground by security under Wendy's command and thrown out. "What a bunch of bad luck! Get lost!"
