Luis Hughes's room was on the fifth floor, and the person in charge of the yacht looked nervously at the sullen second young master of the Hughes Family.
"Why wasn't the penthouse room given to me?" The Hughes Clan had been organizing this kind of yacht employee annual meeting for several years, and Joshua Hughes never attended. On this massive yacht, he always had the final say. In fact, the vote for the goddess was arranged for him. He liked to invite a dozen or twenty girls in bikinis to sunbathe on the deck. Which woman wouldn't go weak at the knees seeing him, allowing him to choose whichever tempting candidate he desired?
But this year, someone was staying in the penthouse. Who else in the Hughes Clan could be more powerful than him? When he stormed his way up, the two bodyguards at the stairway didn't even glance at him before drawing their guns on him, not leaving him even a shred of face.
