Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1420: Chapter 147: The Lawyer

Some employees of large hotels have their own lounges—quite small rooms.

This has always been the case, even a high-ranking position like a butler doesn’t necessarily have living quarters much larger than a guest bathroom, and quite cluttered too.

However, Mr. Gusfu’s bedroom, though small, is very exquisite, much like his own persona.

After finishing his tasks, Mr. Gusfu quickly returned to his bedroom. After a short rest, he needed to prepare for the final arrangements of tonight’s banquet.

He is meticulous, a trait Aunt Tiffany appreciates, which is why she has been grooming him as her successor.

Starting from the lowest position as a doorman, all the way to his current position as a floor butler, building his own vast network of connections, Mr. Gusfu discovered he unexpectedly enjoys his job.

Because of this extensive network, Mr. Gusfu also possesses an impressive intelligence-gathering ability.

At this moment, he locks his bedroom door—after securing the door, Mr. Gusfu quickly heads to the room’s sole small desk and pulls open the drawer.

He takes out a notebook, quickly flipping through it—to the last page.

The last page of the notebook bears a mark he drew with a pencil, based on memory—the mark is exactly identical to one found on an old suitcase hidden in Mr. Dillons’ luggage… at least, with minimal differences.

After all, this mark here was drawn later by Mr. Gusfu according to his memory… one he inadvertently saw in a letter—found in a letter by the lawyer handling the hotel business.

And that letter belongs to the true owner behind Alec Grand Hotel.

Over the years, Mr. Gusfu has tirelessly searched for any clues about this hotel’s true owner—it has become somewhat of a life’s challenge for him.

It’s rumored that even Aunt Tiffany has never met the true boss of the hotel… this has filled Mr. Gusfu’s heart with immense curiosity from the day he started as a doorman.

Perhaps it’s just intuition.

Intuition makes Mr. Gusfu feel that the mysterious Mr. Dillons might be connected to the hotel’s hidden owner.

In fact, this could nicely explain why Mr. Dillons seems to know Aunt Tiffany, while Aunt Tiffany has no impression of him…

Uncovering Mr. Dillons’ true identity suddenly felt like igniting some signal within Mr. Gusfu, making him feel a bit impatient.

It seems to be quite a humorous behavior.

But isn’t there such a situation too: driving tens of kilometers just to satiate a sudden craving at midnight—life.

“Come, let me see your true identity…”

Oh… but now he needs to change clothes and start adjusting the final banquet arrangements—perhaps tonight offers a good chance?

Mr. Gusfu couldn’t help but anticipate secretly.

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Maid Ms. Ren is in the fitting room, trying on the evening gown she just selected—it seems this hotel has a brand she particularly likes.

Luo Qiu knows You Ye has another identity as a fashion designer, but he has no expertise in that area… yet the brand of this store has been noted down.

While waiting, two other customers next to him were conversing. From their conversation, Boss Luo learned that one of them was named Miss Tiffany, the excellent floor butler mentioned by Jin Zhongyuan. As for the other, she was her close friend, named Cindy.

They are about the same age, likely at an age where time gently waits—however, they still worry about life’s trivialities.

From their discussion, one could gather that Cindy is a wealthy lady.

She was adjusting her clothes in front of the mirror, complaining about her husband’s high cholesterol, while lamenting the wrinkles on her face.

At this point, it seems Miss Tiffany’s friend isn’t a hotel employee, but rather a wealthy lady who frequently visits.

“Dear, I do think Chef Berg is genuinely nice. You’ve been divorced for five years; maybe it’s time to start a new life?” Ms. Cindy suddenly changed the topic.

Equally adjusting her clothes in front of the mirror, Miss Tiffany responded with a casual smile: “We’re just good friends, just as you and he are good friends.”

Ms. Cindy naturally rolled her eyes, thoroughly white, “You couldn’t possibly… still remember that guy?”

Perhaps it’s a matter from the past… even older than five years, maybe older than ten.

Nonetheless, Miss Tiffany’s face didn’t reflect displeasure, and instead, she amusingly said: “If you say I can’t forget him… likely many people can’t either, considering how charming he was. I suddenly remember a situation, where a waitress, entranced, bumped into a pillar carrying drinks ordered by a customer.”

“Oh! Tiffany, I’ve never known you could be so infatuated.”

The person they mentioned is probably very attractive.

Boss Luo thought slightly.

Perhaps Ms. Cindy had once worked at this hotel too.

Here she even experienced a romance. Maybe a rich businessman, maybe a promising young man, and now, she lives a dream life for many.

Ms. Cindy should have worked here before, and knew Miss Tiffany through work.

So they’ve maintained many years of friendship.

“No news from that guy?” Ms. Cindy asked quietly.

Miss Tiffany, staring into the mirror, paused before slowly shaking her head, remaining silent for a while.

She could only accompany her in this way. Shortly after, Ms. Cindy picked another outfit, continuing to adjust.

Miss Tiffany suddenly walked to the mirror, closely examining the crow’s feet at her eyes, seeing the marks life has left over these years.

The fitting room door quietly opened; Maid Ms. Ren had already put on the chosen gown, and amidst the lighting, she approached with a smile, greeted by Luo Qiu.

“Really beautiful.”

Women love such compliments, and she didn’t intend to be the exception.

The evening gown was thereby decided upon.

Just at that moment.

“My dear, are you really planning to attend that strange birthday party tonight? I came all the way back here this weekend especially to celebrate your birthday. Now, what about the private party I’ve prepared for you? So many young bodies?”

Ms. Cindy suddenly spoke in an exaggerated and displeased tone.

It turned out today was also Miss Tiffany’s birthday.

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Jin Zhongyuan was idly sitting in the lobby of Alec Grand Hotel, passing the time.

Of course, there were plenty of snacks available, even free tea service, and the massage chairs in the relaxation area could be used for free… Truly a place where a lazy person could comfortably spend an entire day.

He was not there to enjoy himself, but rather to be ready at a moment’s notice, so he had no choice but to stay in this place.

Naturally, he also couldn’t miss chatting with a few doormen he was friendly with, maintaining relationships… and casually bragging about the business card he’d just received from Mr. Gusfu.

The doormen couldn’t accompany Jin Zhongyuan all day when they had nothing to do; they could only stop quietly and exchange a few pleasant words—usually about leisure activities on holidays.

“You guys are really busy today… By the way, there seem to be more guests than usual weekends?” Jin Zhongyuan observed the still-bustling lobby check-in area.

One of the doormen said, “We don’t know why, but quite a few guests suddenly arrived after the afternoon, and it seems they’ve all been invited.”

“Invited?” Jin Zhongyuan paused, remembering the mysterious banquet scheduled for the evening, and curiously asked, “For tonight’s mysterious banquet?”

“Seems like it… Gotta go, someone’s arriving! I can’t stay here!” his friendly doorman hurriedly said.

“Who is it?” Jin Zhongyuan asked curiously.

He quickly responded, “It’s Attorney Zieg!”

Jin Zhongyuan was surprised; he knew Attorney Zieg was the person entrusted by Alec Grand Hotel’s mysterious owner to handle complex property matters… and he himself was a wealthy person.

From a distance, Attorney Zieg looked like he was only about fifty years old—but in reality, he was already seventy, with completely white hair that contrasted with his full black skin, making it hard to judge his actual age.

It’s said that Attorney Zieg only visited during the last one or two days of every month… Yet it’s just the beginning of the latter part of the month.

Why then did he come now?

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The sudden arrival of Attorney Zieg quickly startled Alec Grand Hotel’s management—after all, aside from front-line employees interacting directly with guests, managerial positions were basically all directly appointed by Attorney Zieg.

Even though he managed Alec Grand Hotel’s interests… if you were not in the know, you might honestly think Attorney Zieg was the actual owner of this grand hotel.

But he was not indeed.

At that moment, in a quiet room, an elderly Black man, accompanied by a group of Caucasians, arrived—Mr. Gusfu immediately came as well.

He was now qualified to be part of the gathering, but only as a humble junior member.

“Mr. Zieg, why didn’t you inform us beforehand so we could prepare to welcome you!”

“Relax a bit, I didn’t come for business today.” Attorney Zieg was a man of great composure and smiled as he spoke, “Today I came as a guest, invited here… and also to handle some private matters.”

“Invited… is it for tonight’s mysterious banquet?”

Attorney Zieg fiddled with the cane in his hand and smiled without saying a word… Everyone was unsure of Attorney Zieg’s intentions and could only gently probe from the side.

Attorney Zieg glanced at the time and said, “Alright, I’m a bit tired from riding in the car; I would like to rest first… is my usual room available?”

“Of course! Your room has always been reserved… Mr. Gusfu, I believe you would be very willing to serve Attorney Zieg, would you?”

“It would be my honor.” Mr. Gusfu quickly stood up when he was mentioned, politely nodded in agreement.

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“How long does Attorney Zieg plan to stay this time?”

On the way, Mr. Gusfu personally carried Attorney Zieg’s luggage and led the way.

“One night, barring any unexpected circumstances, I should be leaving tomorrow.”

Attorney Zieg spoke casually, then inquired about Miss Tiffany… Usually, when he came for business, Miss Tiffany was in charge of reception—though there wasn’t any discontent with Mr. Gusfu stepping in, it was mere curiosity.

“Aunt Tiffany is on leave today,” Mr. Gusfu said, “but she will attend tonight’s mysterious banquet, so Attorney Zieg might see her at the banquet… Of course, if you need, I can contact Aunt Tiffany now.”

“No need.” Attorney Zieg seemed thoughtful… He waved his hand, “It’s quite unsophisticated to disturb a lady’s holiday, my dear Mr. Gusfu.”

“You’re right.” Mr. Gusfu nodded repeatedly.

Yet in his heart, he couldn’t help but connect various scattered things together: for example, the mysterious Mr. Dillons and the old leather case in his luggage with strange markings… tonight’s mysterious banquet… and Attorney Zieg’s sudden visit.

Oh, perhaps after leaving here, he could go visit Mr. Dillons, given that today he’s not in good health—truly a reasonable and impeccable reason.