“As a business dealer, it goes without saying that there are rules we should abide by. Whatever you’re trying to resolve does have nothing to do with me,” Brittany began coldly.
Harper smirked smugly. As long as Brittany admitted those two things, there was nothing he needed to worry about.
If she didn’t follow the rules, the Damrons had their means of dealing with her.
“Since you’ve said it yourself, then please step aside, Miss Newman. Don’t get in the way of your customers!” Harper retorted.
However, Brittany didn’t move away. Instead, she took a step forward and continued, “I wasn’t done speaking yet! You’re right. You’re here as a guest at my hotel, so I can’t interfere with your matters, but did any of you ask for my permission before placing a dead man’s memorial plaque right here at Times Hotel?”
Harper was dumbfounded when he heard her question.
They placed Jasper’s memorial plaque right here in public to get Matthew to bow in respect to it.
Who would’ve expected Brittany to latch onto this specific detail?
For a moment, Harper didn’t know how he should respond. On the other hand, Matthew chuckled to himself.
Brittany looked like a gentle and frail young woman, but she knew how to hone in on her opponent’s weakness. She had managed to silence Harper in just a few simple sentences.
However, Brittany didn’t let up. Her voice remained icy as she continued, “Times Hotel is a place for celebration. Most of our customers come here for weddings and other joyous occasions. After so many years of business, we’ve held all sorts of celebratory functions, including weddings, birthday banquets, and more…”
“Throughout all these years, no one has ever held a funeral here. In this line of work, we care about the image we present to the public. Are you here to ruin my business, or are you here to disrespect me personally?”
Harper was bright red by now. As one of the most important members of the Damron Family, he was used to throwing his weight around all the time. Yet, when confronted with Brittany’s questioning, he didn’t dare say anything.
In reality, before the Damrons came to Eastcliff, Gianna Nolan had dropped in on them.
She didn’t say much, but she emphasized one thing, the Damrons were not to disturb her niece!
Who was Gianna Nolan?
She was known as the princess of Bainbridge and was indeed the Nolan Family’s princess. Thus, she was the most influential and powerful woman in all of Bainbridge.
In addition to that, Gianna was heavily favored by Old Master Nolan and his wife. One could describe her as the Nolans’ most precious daughter.
Although the Damrons were said to be one of the strong contenders to rank among Cathay’s Ten Greatest Families in the future and were related by marriage to the Nolans as well, even the Damrons’ patriarch had to show a lot of courtesy and respect to Gianna when he met her. She was the being that the Damrons couldn’t afford to offend!
Gianna had given the message herself, thus, a warning for the Damrons. It went without saying that they viewed it seriously. Also, Brittany had someone else behind her too. Someone with unsurpassable powers and influence, known as the King of Stagfort, Gabriel Nolan.
Gabriel was someone who showed no regard even for the head of the Nolan Family.
Brittany had two such people behind her, along with a maternal grandfather who was the same generation as Old Master Nolan and wielded great influence among the Nolans as well. In short, she was beloved by many of the most powerful people in the family.
How could the Damrons dare to offend someone like her?
Therefore, although Harper was seething with rage, he couldn’t lash out at her.
“I do apologize for our lapse in judgment, Miss Newman. I’ll get them to take the memorial plaque away at once!”
He quickly waved his hand and signaled the Damrons to put it away. In an instant, a few of the Damrons came forward to take everything down.
However, Brittany snapped at them, “What are you doing? Did I let you touch anything?”
Harper jumped in again, “It was wrong of us for not thinking things through, Miss Newman. I did apologize to you for it, so why can’t we put the memorial plaque away now?”
“That’s easy for you to say!” She scoffed.
“Is this a matter that can be resolved just by removing the memorial plaque? What if I placed a coffin in the middle of the Damrons’ living room and then took it out again? Would you like that?”