Yet just then, a loud crash could be heard from the lobby. Darryl looked over, and saw Avalon standing before a pile of shattered ceramics with an awkward expression on her face.
He hurried over, speaking in a warm tone. "What happened? Are you hurt?"
Avalon shook her head, hanging it in guilt. "I'm fine. I just saw the pretty vase, and touched it a little. I didn't know it would break so easily."
Following that, Avalon lowered her voice to a whisper. "Does it cost a lot?"
"That's alright!" Darryl chuckled. "It's just a vase."
As he spoke, Darryl eyed the vase. It was fine and smooth, and looked to be around a few centuries old judging from the design on it.
Yet to Felix, this would be hardly anything.
"Hey!"
Just as the pair were speaking, the receptionist hurried over. She cried out at the sight of the shattered vase. "What's going on here? Do you know how much this vase is? Can you even afford it?"
As the words rang through the air, a few security guards rushed over to surround the pair.
"You there!"
The next second, the security guard looked Darryl up and down. "How dare you come to our hotel trying to start something looking the way you do! Do you know how much this vase costs?"
Darryl frowned, sensing his attitude.
Avalon had a mouth, and could not hold back anymore. She stuck her tongue out at the security guards. "It's just a vase! What's the big deal?"
"What did you just say?" The guard stepped forwards, glowering at Avalon as if he was about to hit her.
Darryl stepped in front of her at once. "A grown man, threatening a child?"
The guard's face turned an ugly shade of red. "As if I would bother wasting my energy on a peasant child! Pay up, I'm telling you, or you're not leaving."
"Who said I was leaving?" Darryl asked calmly.
It was just a vase. Was all of this really necessary?
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