The Real Young Master

"Reserved?"

Wang Xiaoyun furrowed her brows and landed her piercing gaze on the manager. "My secretary called you half an hour ago and you didn't say anything. You can't just lie to my face. Where is the owner?"

The hotel manager suddenly felt enormous pressure on him.

Wang Xiaoyun ran a multi-trillion yuan company and one decision of hers would affect the livelihood of hundreds if not thousands of employees, over time, she had gained an intimidating mannerism which she wasn't afraid to flaunt in other's faces when necessary.

"Boss Wang, please, I can explain! That guest is my boss's friend, so we can't really refuse him either…"

The hotel manager tried to explain, but Wang Xiaoyun wasn't budging.

She might have been more forgiving on any other day, but not today. Today, she finally got a chance to spend some quality time with her son, so she was not going to let other people ruin it.