"Father!"
Seeing the group of people at the door, Zahir Huntington stood up in surprise and said, "You... how come you're here?"
The room fell silent.
Wealthy businessmen streamed in, only to be astounded to find their children drinking and making merry.
Where did the supposed injuries come from?
"The phone, why can't I get through?"
Vance Huntington narrowed his eyes, warily scanning his surroundings.
The private room was spacious.
Even as these people poured in, it still appeared very capacious.
"Not at all! I didn't receive any calls."
Zahir Huntington took out his mobile phone, his face a picture of innocence: "Could it be on silent mode?"
But on the phone screen, it displayed no service.
"What's going on? The signal was full just a moment ago."
After he spoke, the others took out their phones.
Without exception, none had a signal.
"Impossible! How could there be no signal at the Global Hotel?"
Those who could dine here were luminaries of their industries.