They finished their seafood dish, and the restaurant's main course truly lived up to its reputation. Zane swiped his bracelet and paid for both als.
"I'll treat you next ti," Viktor promised, pulling Zane out of the restaurant. He had already booked their spa treatnt, and the appointnt ti was approaching. They called for a car with a driver, not fully clear on the location. He gave the driver the general location and she nodded, knowing how to get there.
The driver pursed her lips together as she glanced at the handso passengers, admiring their glowing, healthy skin. They looked pampered, a far cry from her husbands skinny fras and dry skin. She scowled in annoyance but drove them to their destination.
Once they arrived, they got out and surveyed the nearby spa shops. Crossing the road, they headed to the one on the next street.
Inside, they approached the receptionist at the counter.
He smiled politely, "Good afternoon. Do you have a booking today?"
"I do," Viktor replied, showing his screen for the booking receipt. "We have a session at 2, for both of us."
The receptionist scanned the booking and prepared to hand them the card for their room, but an arrogant voice cut through the air, making them both frown.
"Here's my VIP card. I want a session with technician Feng, so cancel their booking," the man demanded in a matter-of-fact tone.
Turning around, they saw a man decked out in luxury, makeup perfectly applied, nails polished, and gold rings on every finger. He looked like he owned the place, expecting his orders to be followed without question.
"Sir, they arrived before you, and our policy is first co, first served. I'm afraid the earliest available session for you is at 5 pm,'' the receptionist responded politely, trying to avoid confrontation, but his hopes were dashed by the man's next words
"I have a VIP card," the man sneered, insinuating sothing with a glance at Zane and Viktor. "I thought this spa doesn't just take anyone."
Zane frowned feeling this person was noisy and irritating and Viktor's face darkened, catching the insulting undertone.
Other patrons, curious about the scene, watched from the sidelines - so with disapproval, others sizing up the plain outfit of Zane and Viktor.
"Pass the card... My session ti is closer. I don't want to waste my ti on plastic." Kyle said with a straight face and motioned for the card in his hands.
"Who are you calling plastic?! How dare you! call your manager, I will use my VIP privilege today to throw this trash away." His shrill tone was trembling with rage.
"But you are plastic, your eyes, nose, lips, chin, and cheeks are all filled." Viktor words were so accurate that he made the man want to hide feeling his secret was exposed.
His expression made what Viktor was talking about to be true, and so laughed softly under their breaths.
He was pricked by their mocking gaze, humiliation, and rage boiled over as he vowed to have Viktor banned from the spa- and every other one in the city if he could help it. Who did they think they were, crossing him- the city mayor's first husband.
When he saw their beautiful looks he beca filled with jealousy, planning to get people to destroy their looks.
Zane looked at the man's face and was puzzled by what Viktor said, what's plastic and surgery done, he felt bored and irritated by the people gathered here.
He turned to the distressed receptionist and asked in a calm tone, "How can I get a VIP card." His words silenced everybody, they waited for what he wanted to do next.
The receptionist had misgivings but answered.
"We offer three types of VIP cards: Diamond, Gold, and Silver. The Diamond is our highest tier, costing thirty million gold coins. It grants maximum discounts and exclusive access to services and products across all our branches for a year.''
He paused and was about to continue when he almost choked hearing Zane's next words.
''I'll take the Diamond card. Can we process it quickly? Our session ti is coming up.'' His straightforward words stunned everyone in place. The way they looked at him imdiately changed.
The receptionist nodded dumbly and imdiately asked the resident's address to give out new products from the spa.
Zane gave the address of the island in front of everybody and the arrogant man's eyes flashed with calculations.
"Hello, I'm the city mayor's husband. It would be wonderful to know you better." His behavior and words changed so fast that Viktor looked at him with disgust.
Zane ignored him and paid for the card and collected their room card, dragging Viktor they entered the elevator going to the room for their sessions.
"Tch, Who are you feeling important for, if not for my wife wanting to gain connections with the island owner...who cares for your attitude." He muttered with a dark face but still waited.
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