Chapter 63: Tips Exceeds $500,000

Linda’s first feeling was jealousy toward Tina. How could that green-tea deserve to be liked by such a young heir?

Her second jealousy was toward Anna. She wasn’t an easy one either, she played both sides, flitting around like a butterfly, a sly high-level vixen.

And how was she the first to know about Ryan’s terrifying background, when he was known throughout Videl as a pathetic simp that neither guys nor girls liked?

Linda’s family wasn’t super rich. They were seaside folks running a business, claiming assets over million.

But she knew that even if that million was real, it wasn’t really accessible. Before her father died, he often had to borrow money for just a hundred or two hundred thousand. Assets and usable cash were two completely different things.

Linda quickly said, "I’ll do whatever Ryan says!"

Ryan nodded in satisfaction and said, "Tell them to settle the bill. Also, give Manager Ginny a tip slip, 150,000..."

"This..."

Linda was a bit stunned. This card was hers. Even if she was going to splurge, how could she splurge on that bitch?

Ryan couldn’t directly give cash, so he had to do it this way. But he couldn’t explain right now.

He just coughed and said, "Linda, some things you don’t need to ask about. Just use your normal logic, does a single blowjob really deserve hundred fifty thousand?"

"Th-That’s true too!"

Linda’s mind suddenly started working.

Putting aside everything else, with hundred fifty thousand, you could have fun with so many girls on campus. In terms of cost-effectiveness, it was ridiculous. Even a sugar baby arrangement wouldn’t be that expensive.

Ryan said indifferently, "Linda, the money I put on your card is the same as Anna’s. I already had my mind made up from the start."

"What happened today was indeed absurd. If you can’t accept it, you can tell me, and tomorrow we can pretend nothing ever happened."

"No, no, I was just curious."

Hearing this, Linda felt even more panicked by his casual tone. She quickly ran to the front desk to settle the bill with her membership card.

All the staff here, from top to bottom, knew who Ryan was and what was going on. The receptionist said politely, "Ms. Linda, would you like to sign the service tip slip?"

"Yes!"

Linda didn’t hesitate this time.

But she glanced at Ryan smoking by the door and couldn’t help playing a little trick. She asked, "Excuse me, could I ask how much tip would be appropriate for me to give?"

The receptionist was briefly stunned, then said, "Are you following Mr. Ryan’s usual rules?"

Linda was also a bit surprised at that: "Th-Then how does Mr. Ryan usually give?"

The receptionist said very seriously, "In our hotel, the one with the most top-up is naturally Mr. Ryan. But now you’re tied for first place, both historically at one million."

"Last time Ms. Anna came to spend, each special service staff got two thousand in tip, and our Manager Ginny got fifty thousand."

"Of course, our restaurant focuses on service and doesn’t encourage comparing these things."

Hearing this, Linda’s eyes lit up. No matter how many women this player had, at least here, only she and Anna had topped up. No other women, not even Tina got this treatment. This key piece of information alone was something she needed to carefully sort out in her mind.

This meal didn’t include any Louis XIII, so the total was about fifty thousand.

There was still so much left on that one-million card. If not now, when could she splurge? Anyway, she never had any intention of reselling it from the start.

Linda picked up the slip cheerfully and said, "Then I can’t be stingier than her, right? Little sister, next time Ms. Anna comes, remember to tell her I drank up all the remaining Louis XIII."

"If she’s not happy, I’ll buy her a bottle to make up for it."

That was pure green-tea talk. The receptionist smiled stiffly while cursing inwardly, how those two vixens fought had nothing to do with me.

Linda suddenly realized that this was probably an opportunity Ryan was giving her.

After all, there had never been any flirtation between them before. In fact, she had always been the one mooching off Tina’s name and squeezing him.

To be honest, she had gone way overboard as his so-called "advisor."

As a top-tier rich young heir, putting it bluntly, even he had endured enough humiliation for the sake of true love.

She had actively seduced him, and he wasn’t stupid. Did he arrange that scene earlier just to give her a hint?

Or maybe he would rather spend one million to sleep with you once than have any real connection with you...

It seemed like it was all a test.

Did such a wealthy young heir really lack women? Or did he keep coming to the same restaurant just to support the place?

Linda broke out in a cold sweat. She picked up the tip slip and said, "Everyone in the restaurant today."

"What?"

The receptionist asked in confusion.

"Waiters, kitchen staff, cleaners, every single staff member. Each person gets a two-thousand tip."

Linda’s gaze gradually grew firm. She picked up the pen and wrote directly on the slip, saying, "Manager Ginny is very responsible. My personal tip for her is hundred fifty thousand..."

When she handed over that settlement slip, the entire front desk was stunned.

The receptionist’s lips were trembling. The whole place fell silent instantly. Ryan waited for a while before walking over.

Casually, he said, "Why is it taking so long?"

Linda immediately told him about the tip signing. Ryan frowned slightly, which made her a little afraid.

Ginny, who had just finished tidying up, came over and was also stunned. Then she said, "Ms. Linda, we’re not trying to cause any trouble, but according to the slip you signed, the expenditure on this card will exceed five hundred thousand."

Linda had never experienced such a situation before. Being confronted by her secret rival like this, she was a bit at a loss.

While her mind was still spinning, Ryan walked over casually, glanced at the total on the slip, and said, "Well done, Linda. You’re growing up fast."

Ryan chuckled. According to the Sugar Daddy System’s settings, the hardest part of spending money like this was finding a reasonable excuse.

Linda’s affection meter had already reached 80. At this rate, the progress of turning her around should be quick.

"I was just afraid of losing face for Ryan."

Linda breathed a huge sigh of relief and hugged Ryan’s arm, acting coquettishly.

Ginny escorted the two of them all the way into the elevator, her hand still teasing Ryan discreetly.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, someone pulled Ryan aside. It was Hammon, the young heir of Brilliant Hotel.

Strictly speaking, he wasn’t the only heir, there were other siblings, plus his father’s illegitimate children.

But he was still a big shot.

He dragged Ryan to a secluded coffee sofa in the hotel lobby and said emotionally, "Ryan, Ghost Bro, holy shit, are you secretly in love with me or something?"

"If you are, give me some time, and I’ll let you do whatever you want with me."

Used to their online jokes, Ryan kicked him directly.

"Get lost. I’m not interested in you at all."