She had brought Gaby all this way, only to be stopped at the hotel entrance. What a wasted trip it would be if they couldn't even get in!
The Lobby Manager nervously raised his hand, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "Miss, I'm truly sorry. It's not that we're stopping you, but the law in Country A explicitly states that pets must be taken to a pet hotel and are not allowed in non-pet hotels. Furthermore... private ownership of tigers is also prohibited, so, you see..."
"Say that again."
Thomas Shannon glared at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. His cold eyes, like chips of ice, sent shivers down one's spine.
The Lobby Manager was drenched in cold sweat and hurriedly begged for mercy, "Young Master Shannon, I... I didn't say anything."
"Can this tiger go in?"
