The hotel featured a presidential suite on the top floor, reserved exclusively for Clive. Upon reaching the top floor, Zachary, accompanied by his security detail, arrived at the entrance to the suite. Two men in black stood guard at the door; they were the Stones’ bodyguards. Unlike Zachary, Clive preferred not to flaunt his security; he would only bring two bodyguards to social events, but most of the time he went without any protection.
Zachary would argue that his security detail was necessary to protect his chastity, rather than for show. The two bodyguards extended their hands to stop Zachary.
With a frown, Zachary shot a sharp glare at the bodyguards and coldly stated, “Mr. Stone invited me.” One of the bodyguards politely responded, “Mr. Stone is expecting you inside, Mr. York, but you’ve arrived empty-handed.” Zachary frowned. “What do you mean by that?”
The bodyguard explained patiently, “Mr. York, Mr. Stone noted that he is your wife’s cousin, making him your relative. Since this is your first meeting, he won’t see you unless proper etiquette is observed. You can return, and he will meet with your wife tomorrow instead.”
Zachary grimaced. “How can this be our first meeting? I’ve known Mr. Stone for years. Don’t you know that?”
“Mr. Stone specified that this is your first encounter since becoming family,” the bodyguard replied. Zachary was left speechless. Clive was indeed Serenity’s family, and it was considered impolite to arrive empty-handed when visiting one’s wife’s relatives for the first time.
After a brief silence, Zachary relented. He turned to Sam and instructed, “Sam, could you check if there’s any shop open at this hour? Just buy whatever you can find.” As long as he had something to offer Clive, he would be satisfied.