"Zhang Heng, restart the banquet. Move it to White Dragon Court."
Sawyer Summer spoke lightly.
White Dragon Court is the highest-spec VIP suite at White Dragon Mountain Resort. Normally, no matter how much money a guest offers, it almost never opens for banquets.
The main reason is that inside White Dragon Court, Sawyer Summer displays his private collection of calligraphy and paintings—some by famous masters, others by talented but unknown artists.
"White Dragon Court! There really is a White Dragon Court at White Dragon Mountain Resort!"
"I've only ever heard rumors about this place. I never thought I'd actually get to see it today. We really have Jiayun and Lucy to thank for this."
"Yeah, yeah, it's all thanks to Jiayun having such an amazing son."
Everyone immediately chimed in, their eyes on Joy Zheng and Lucy Lu full of flattery and bootlicking.
Hearing Sawyer Summer's words, Zhang Heng quickly acknowledged the order, while Kong Tianhua and the others felt a wave of despair wash over them.
On the table, Zack Guang was still sprawled out, motionless. Hugh Hu, whose head was stuck in a hole smashed into the tabletop, was trembling all over. He tried to pull his head out, but because it was wedged in so tightly, no matter how many times he tried, he just couldn't get free.