Charles Northwood, on the other hand, sat leisurely to one side, not a hint of worry on his face. Even if the entire world doubted Nia Mitchell's ability to pay, he never would. After all, who was Maxwell Peary? He was a man who could stride unhindered anywhere in Capital Town.
Nia Mitchell walked to the front desk and pulled out a black card. "I'd like to pay for Private Room Number One first."
Nia Mitchell smiled. The cashier glanced at the black card and then at Nia. The cashier had weathered countless storms and worked for several years in the Royal Dynasty, but she had yet to encounter a black card. Who would have thought this ordinary-looking girl was the owner of such a black card.
"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" Nia noticed the cashier staring at her for a long time without swiping the card, and she found it rather odd.
