Chapter 132: Harvey Adams Invitation!
Luca Hale opened the double doors of the Presidential Suite to find a short, stocky middle-aged man waiting patiently in the hallway.
The man wore a neatly tailored suit, polished leather shoes that gleamed under the corridor lights, a sharp buzz cut, and a carefully trimmed mustache that framed his chin.
The moment their eyes met, a flicker of excitement crossed the man’s face before he quickly regained his professional composure.
Extending his hand, he spoke with warm respect.
"Hello, Mr. Hale. I’m Romero Dennis from Twist Streaming Networks. We spoke on the phone during one of the platform events. Do you happen to remember me?"
Romero Dennis?
Luca paused for a second, searching his memory. Soon, it clicked. This was Twist’s Operations Director, the same executive he had dealt with while financing Naomi Monroe’s ranking battles.
Back then, Romero’s deep, commanding voice over the phone had made Luca imagine a tall, imposing man. Seeing the short, slightly chubby executive standing before him was quite the surprise.
Of course, Luca only cared about appearances when it came to the women he was attracted to. An executive’s looks meant absolutely nothing to him.
"Director Dennis, right?" Luca smiled as he reached out to shake his hand.
Romero had never expected someone like Luca, a young billionaire with countless responsibilities, to remember his name from a brief phone conversation. He was instantly flattered.
Although he already held a senior executive position at Twist Streaming Networks and earned well over a hundred thousand dollars a year, being recognized by the company’s mysterious young shareholder felt like a tremendous honor.
After all, the man standing before him owned thirty percent of Twist Streaming Networks. Aside from CEO Harvey Adams, no one held more influence over the company’s future.
A single favorable impression from Luca could dramatically alter an executive’s career.
Once the greetings were over, Romero explained the reason for his visit.
Harvey Adams had personally asked him to deliver an invitation to an exclusive private dinner that evening.
Before the public anniversary gala, the company’s major shareholders and senior executives would gather for an informal dinner to get acquainted.
Luca glanced over his shoulder toward Naomi, who was standing near the panoramic window inside the suite.
"Seven o’clock tonight, right?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Hale."
"I’ll be there."
Romero naturally noticed Naomi in the room, but he kept his eyes respectfully forward. He neither stared nor commented.
Receiving Luca’s confirmation, he bowed slightly before excusing himself and quietly leaving down the corridor.
After closing the door, Luca slipped his arms around Naomi from behind, resting his chin lightly near her shoulder.
"I’ve got an executive dinner tonight. Want to come with me?"
Naomi smiled and gently shook her head.
"Hehe... I think I’ll pass. Sister Nora and I already made plans to have dinner together."
Luca nodded.
"Then should I have Phoebe Gates accompany you?"
Leaving two beautiful young women alone in a city as large as New Orleans didn’t sit particularly well with him.
Naomi leaned comfortably against him.
"There’s no need to trouble Secretary Gates. Sister Nora has her own professional driver waiting downstairs. Besides, although she isn’t originally from New Orleans, she’s lived here for several years. She knows the city much better than I do."
Only then did Luca reluctantly give in.
"Alright. But if anything happens, call me immediately."
"I know, honey."
She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss.
"Mwah."
The two spent the afternoon relaxing together in the spacious suite.
Around three o’clock, Naomi received a call from Nora asking her to come downstairs.
As she stepped into the lobby, another elevator opened almost at the same time.
Nora hurried over.
"Little Naomi, where’s Luca? Isn’t he coming with us?"
"He has an executive dinner tonight, so it’ll just be the two of us."
Understanding flashed across Nora’s face.
The rumors she’d heard among industry insiders suddenly made perfect sense.
There really was an exclusive dinner tonight for Twist Streaming Networks’ largest shareholders and top executives.
So Luca was attending that event.
Looking at Naomi, Nora couldn’t help feeling a trace of envy.
Luca wasn’t merely devastatingly handsome. His wealth and status had already surpassed what ordinary people could even imagine.
More importantly, every glance he gave Naomi was filled with unmistakable affection.
Nora had climbed her way through the livestreaming industry from the very bottom. She knew better than anyone how brutal the business could be. Without powerful backing, reaching the very top was almost impossible.
Naomi, however, had met someone capable of changing her entire future.
With Luca standing behind her, resources, opportunities, and protection would naturally follow wherever she went.
"Sister Nora... is something wrong?"
Naomi blinked in confusion after noticing Nora staring at her for several seconds.
Nora quickly smiled, brushing aside her thoughts.
"Nothing at all. Come on, let’s go. I know an amazing seafood restaurant by the waterfront."
Meanwhile, high above the city, Luca stood before the suite’s enormous floor-to-ceiling windows.
His gaze followed Naomi and Nora as they left the hotel together and climbed into a white Porsche waiting outside.
The sports car eased into traffic.
Moments later, a pristine Rolls-Royce Phantom quietly pulled away from the VIP parking area and slipped into the same stream of traffic, maintaining a discreet distance behind them.
Almost immediately, Luca’s phone vibrated.
Phoebe Gates’ calm, professional voice came through the speaker.
"Mr. Hale, we’ve established visual contact and are following Miss Monroe’s vehicle at a safe distance."
"Good. Just keep a discreet escort. If anything unusual happens, report to me immediately."
"Understood, Mr. Hale."
After ending the call, Luca looked around the enormous Presidential Suite.
Without Naomi there, the luxurious room suddenly felt far too quiet.
After sitting around for a few minutes, he changed into a fresh set of casual designer clothes and headed downstairs.
The moment he entered the main lobby, he noticed a huge commotion erupting at the hotel’s entrance.
Dozens of people poured through the revolving doors. Some held their phones high while livestreaming, while others carried professional broadcast cameras mounted on stabilizers.
The flashes of camera lights lit up the lobby one after another.
At the very center of the crowd walked a strikingly beautiful woman with an elegant face and an exceptionally voluptuous figure. She would easily be considered an eight out of ten anywhere she went.
Surrounded by cameras, livestreams, and cheering fans, she moved forward like the undisputed star of the moment.