Special Card.

The group appeared on their seats, they slowly looked around the room, and subconsciously turned their heads to Glen; who was still unconscious.

"That show was interesting, right?." Michael pulled a plate of rice on the table, and placed it in front of him.

"I haven't eaten yet." He raised his head, seeing everyone's stunned look, he asked:

"Aren't you guys hungry? Glen prepared a gathering for us, so let's enjoy it." He turned to Glen's followers.

"I hope he paid already, because I don't want people to own "my restaurant" any life times."

The two stared at him with a deep frown, None saying anything.

Glen's secretary moved his gaze in confusion. Firstly; everyone vanished leaving him in the room, and now; This young man is calling the mega super hotel his.

'What is happening? Why is the boss sleeping? And why did this guy call this hotel his?' He thought in confusion.

"Hey you."

"Huh?" The man blinked at Michael.