C278 Nalan Luoluo One of the Seven Great Clans
After hanging up the phone, the waitress beamed with satisfaction. Her smile turned her eyes into crescent moons. Clutching her phone, she glanced at the closed door and gave a slight sniff, huffing, "To think someone would dare ignore me. Do they really believe I, Nalan Luoluo, am that easy to dismiss?" With those words, she cheerfully made her way downstairs, hopping along as she went. Her silhouette bounced with such vivacity that it was impossible not to crack a smile at the sight of her childlike glee. Unfortunately, there was no one around to witness her joy.
Nalan Luoluo, the waitress in question, didn't head to the ground floor via the elevator. Instead, she made her way to the fourth floor. Upon opening the elevator doors, she was greeted not by guest rooms but by several offices – the administrative heart of the hotel. She strode directly into the General Manager's office and opened the door without hesitation.
A neatly dressed man sat behind the desk, the hotel manager himself. His eyes widened as Luoluo entered, and he leapt to his feet, bowing eagerly, "Miss Luoluo, how was your day? Did you find any inspiration for your writing?"
Without missing a beat, Nalan Luoluo settled into the plush chair behind the desk, leaning back comfortably. "The experience was far from pleasant. I encountered several disagreeable individuals," she said, wrinkling her nose.
The hotel manager's face fell at her words. "Miss Luoluo, do you know which room they're in? I'll see to it that those scoundrels are dealt with immediately!"
"There's no need," she replied dismissively. "I'm not concerned with them. However, there's one particularly nasty individual who has upset me. I've already asked Sister Lala to look into him. Once we have his background, I'll handle it myself."
As Nalan Luoluo spoke, the hotel manager shuddered at the mention of Sister Lala, his pupils shrinking in fear. Clearly, the name struck a chord of dread in him.
"Is Sister Lala's involvement really necessary? It seems like quite an overreaction..." he ventured cautiously.
Nalan Luoluo abruptly turned to face the hotel manager.
The playful spark in her eyes had vanished, replaced by an air of authority and superiority.
She spoke up, "What's all this fuss about? The tasks I undertake are of utmost importance. Do you have any objections?"
"Not at all, not at all!"
The hotel manager nodded hastily.
He slightly bowed and stealthily wiped the sweat from his brow.
Nalan Luoluo's status was not something a mere hotel manager like him could challenge. She was backed by someone immensely influential.
Just then, Nalan Luoluo's phone rang.
She answered, "What's the situation, Sister Lala?"
"We've figured it out, but his identity is somewhat complex."
A chilly voice came through the phone.
Nalan Luoluo's brow furrowed as she inquired, "Complex how? Is he extremely wealthy?"
"Not exactly. Lin Dong's net worth is less than 10 billion. Yet, he's linked to the Jiangyang Lin Family. Before the Lin Family patriarch, Lin Zhenqiang, passed away, he left a will bequeathing his entire fortune of 30 billion to Lin Dong."
The voice on the phone continued, "Because of this, Lin Zhenqiang had arranged for people to covertly ensure Lin Dong's safety. I suspect Lin Dong might acquire the Grandmaster's Secret Treasure."
Nalan Luoluo was momentarily taken aback.
She instinctively asked, "Lin Zhenqiang? The one in possession of the Grandmaster Secret Treasure? Sister Lala, are you suggesting that Lin Dong has the Grandmaster's Secret Treasure?"
"I doubt it. The Grandmaster's Secret Treasure has caused the seven major families to take action. Lin Zhenqiang, knowing his end was near, made his will and took precautions.
The Grandmaster's Secret Treasure wouldn't be exposed so easily."
After a brief pause, the voice added, "I believe the crux of the matter lies with Lin Dong. Luoluo, you've done well. Try to make more contact with Lin Dong. Our family might just secure the Grandmaster Secret Treasure before the others."
