CHAPTER 205: CHAPTER 204: ARRIVING AT HOTEL

The black Regalia Ravelle purred to a stop outside The Solaris Grand, one of Beverly Hills’ most elite hotels in the Beverly Hills. Its obsidian finish shimmered like ink under California sunlight, reflecting the pristine glamour of the streets around it. The crowned golden lion ornament on the hood practically roared with aristocratic pride.

The hotel had seen everything from Oscar-winning actors to oil sheikhs, but this car—this was something else.

Even among the high-end rides parked out front, this car was a different breed—like a king among nobles.

Valets practically snapped to attention. Guests lounging outside with champagne glasses paused mid-sip. The Solaris Grand was no stranger to wealth or fame—this was the venue where celebrities hosted private screenings, where award season after-parties ran into dawn, and where billionaires casually dropped in for power brunches. But the Regalia Ravelle? That was rare enough to earn a second, even third look.

A couple sipping champagne on the patio turned to gawk, as they watched the car roll to a stop.

. "Which heir is that?" the man muttered.

"Must be some Middle Eastern prince," the woman whispered back. "Or maybe an A-list actor incognito. "That’s not just rich, that’s ’don’t-make-eye-contact’ rich."

Inside the car, Rex was slouched back, completely unaware of the spectacle they were causing.

He glanced around and, seeing the parade of designer dresses, paparazzi-ready suits, and luxury cars pulling in and out, raised an eyebrow and muttered, "Wow, did we step into a movie shoot or something?"

Victor chuckled from the passenger seat. "Nah, this is business as usual for the Solaris. A movie hits the box office? Party here. A tech mogul gets engaged? They rent out the rooftop. Private launch? Awards afterparty? All roads lead to Solaris in LA"

Kaalan added casually, "Last time I was here, I saw a prince trying to get a reservation. He had to wait in line, once even saw three Oscar winners and a tech mogul arguing over who had the better wine collection."

Rex raised an eyebrow. "Now that’s power." He glanced around once more, taking in the opulent chaos surrounding the hotel entrance. But then he thought about the hotel he now owned—gifted by the system—and couldn’t help the wry smile that tugged at his lips. "Still got a long way to go," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head helplessly.

The doorman stepped forward, professional but clearly curious, and opened the back door with a respectful bow. "Welcome to The Solaris, sir."

Rex stepped out—and instantly, eyes from every direction snapped toward him. There was that moment of pause, where the air itself seemed to hold its breath. His simple black cardigan and fitted slacks might’ve been ordinary by brand, but on Rex, they looked like they’d been tailored by a Milanese artisan.

His lean, confident frame carried the clothes like a second skin. As he stepped out of the car and adjusted the sleeve of his cardigan with a casual flick, it sent ripples through the gathered crowd. Gasps followed—one girl near the door clutched her heart, blinking furiously like she was trying to memorize his face. Another young woman accidentally dropped her phone and didn’t even notice.

Even dressed plainly, Rex radiated a magnetism that made the suited elites nearby—polished and posing like penguins—look like cardboard cutouts. A couple who had just been speculating about his wealth now whispered even more animatedly, eyebrows rising in disbelief.

"Is he even real?"

"How can someone that young have that car... and that face?"

"Forget money, did he walk out of a fantasy drama?"

A girl near the revolving door nearly dropped her iced latte, her eyes wide as saucers. One of the doormen blinked twice, stunned into silence, before straightening his spine like a soldier reporting for duty. Even the valet who’d just parked a Ferrari couldn’t help but mutter, "Damn... who is that guy?"

A passing hotel staff member nearly tripped over his own trolley while staring, then tried to play it off like nothing happened, cheeks flushed. Another girl behind the desk ducked out of sight, visibly fanning herself behind the counter.

A couple lounging by the fountain—clearly wealthy themselves—leaned in to whisper. "He’s got to be some heir or secret tech CEO," the man said.

"Or maybe a European prince doing a quiet tour," the woman replied, practically breathless. "No normal twenty-something walks out of a Regalia Ravelle dressed like that."

Someone else commented, "Look at that bone structure. He’s either a model or owns the agency."

Even among the glamor and gloss of the Solaris Grand, Rex didn’t just blend in—he stood out like a meteor blazing across a calm night sky. He looked like the kind of man who was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth and the world waiting to pour him wine.

But Rex, ever oblivious to the ripple he caused, simply adjusted his collar and stopped forward to enter, Victor and Kaelan also got out and followed closely.

Just then, his eyes caught a familiar figure pacing anxiously near the entrance—Seraphina.

Her arms were crossed, and she was frowning at her phone, clearly annoyed and impatient. Even so, with her sleek white blouse tucked into cream wide-legged trousers and her hair cascading like a shampoo commercial, she looked effortlessly striking.

People passing by couldn’t help but glance at her more than once, some whispering under their breath, others simply stunned into silence. She had that aura that made heads turn, whisper, and then feel vaguely inferior—even when she was frustrated. Rex blinked, watching her pace for a beat longer before stepping toward her.

She had also saw the car, the sight of such a rare, ridiculously luxurious car even made her pause.

"Must be some wealthy dude," she muttered to herself before turning away. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it—after all, it was already 7:40, and Rex still hadn’t arrived. Her nerves were already stretched thin.

Her fingers tapped against her clutch, annoyed, but hearing the commotion, she turned again, just in time to see the door opening. The irritation evaporated the moment she saw Rex stepping out. Her jaw slackened. For a heartbeat, she was too stunned to speak.

"What the hell?

(End of Chapter)