Sabrina crossed her arms and said pompously, "Yeah, I hate you, so what? Can't you take a little criticism, loser? Everyone knows you married Claire Wilson and became her live-in son-in-law after graduation! A miserable loser who couldn't even cook a decent meal in college, and now you're a toyboy! How dare you seek my help? Who do you think you are?"

A surge of fury welled up inside Charlie Wade. Sabrina had gone too far.

"Youthful Master, the Wade family owns Dreamland Hotels and Resorts," a student whispered in awe. "Did he just say the Wade family owns Shangri-La?"

Charlie Wade responded reflexively, "You're not bluffing, are you?"

"Obviously not. The manager of Aurouss Hill's Shangri-La is Cameron Isaac. His number is 155, call him, and he'll sort it out."

"Okay."

Sabrina, agitated by Charlie Wade's calm demeanor, watched him text, sneering, "Hey, Mr. Class Representative, you're quite good at tolerating disrespect!"

She continued, "Oh, and I heard you and Claire Wilson haven't slept together in three years. Is Claire someone else's mistress, and you're just a cover story? Hahaha!"

Charlie Wade frowned indignantly. "You insulted me and my wife. Sabrina Lee, you're digging your own grave!"

Enraged, he called Cameron Isaac. Staring at Sabrina, he said emphatically, "I'm going to ask your boss about Shangri-La's hiring practices—even people with foul mouths like yours work there!"

"How dare you ridicule me?!" Sabrina yelled, calling to nearby guards, "He's looking for trouble! Beat him!"

His call connected. "Hello, who is this?" a pleasant male voice asked.

Charlie Wade said coldly, "Cameron Isaac? This is Charlie Wade. I'm at the entrance to Paradise. Get your ass down here in a minute, or you can get out of Shangri-La!"

The man's voice faltered, "YoungYoung Master? Are you really at Paradise?"

"Fifty seconds."

The man blurted frantically, "Please wait, I'll be there immediately!"

Sabrina smirked, taunting, "Hey, Charlie Wade, I didn't know you were so good at blowing your own horn! Even the top brass at Shangri-La wouldn't be so arrogant with Mr. Cameron!"

Charlie Wade said faintly, "You'll know in thirty seconds if I'm bluffing."

Sabrina laughed contemptuously. "Okay, Mr. Class Representative! I'll wait thirty secondsor three minutes. If Mr. Cameron doesn't show in three minutes, I'll have the guards rip your lying mouth off your face! Hahaha! This is hilarious!"

Twenty seconds later, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit ran towards them in a panic. He was a highly successful executive, and general manager of Paradise in Aurouss Hill. He had never been so stressed. He hadn't expected the Wade family's Young Master to appear at his establishment.

Sabrina was about to continue her insults when she saw the guards' horrified expressions. She turned and saw Cameron Isaac. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

She turned back to Charlie Wade, eyes filled with fear. "Thishowhow is this possible?"

Isaac's voice trembled, "Whowho is Mr. Charlie Wade?"

Everyone stared, bewildered. The man who could shake Aurouss Hill with a stomp was terrified.

Charlie Wade stated loudly, "I am."

Isaac hurried towards him and bowed. "Young"

Charlie Wade interrupted, "Mr. Cameron, some things aren't best said publicly."

Isaac, realizing his mistake, quickly corrected himself, "Mr. Wade, welcome to Shangri-La. Please follow me to my office."

Sabrina was stunned. The truth was undeniable. Who was Charlie Wade, really? How could he make the manager of Dreamland bow before him? Would he hold her mockery against her?