My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1212

Nash looked up at Rooney and asked, "What's Nathan's annual salary?"

"1.2 million plus a bonus of 2% of the total revenue!" Rooney replied immediately.

Nash handed the financial report to Shanice. "From now on, you'll be the general manager of the Xanthalos Empire Hotel. Your annual salary will be two million, plus a bonus of 5% of the total revenue."

"What?" Shanice was stunned, her brain going blank.

Nash frowned slightly. "Do you not want it?"

"I... I do..." Shanice hurriedly nodded and then took the financial report. As if realizing something, her face suddenly turned red. She blurted out, "Mr. Calcraft... I... I have a boyfriend!"

She did not understand why Nash wanted her to be the general manager. Her annual salary of around 200,000 would increase tenfold, plus there was also the 5% bonus. The only possibility she could think of was that he had other intentions toward her.

She already had a boyfriend, though. They had not even been intimate with one another. She would not compromise her principles for money. She needed to make it clear to Nash.

Nash had just picked up his teacup to take a sip when he heard what Shanice said. His mouth twitched slightly. "You don't think I'm interested in you, do you?"

No? Shanice stared at Nash but did not dare ask.

Nash smiled faintly. "I do admire you, but what I'm interested in is your work attitude!"

Rooney whispered as a reminder, "You may think the Empire Hotel is massive, but to Mr. Calcraft, it's just a small toy. Do you think he could've so easily taken over a hotel from Empire Capital otherwise?"

Shanice felt so embarrassed that she felt like digging herself a hole to hide in. It seemed she had misunderstood Nash and was now feeling like a fool. He had someone like Melody Stone by his side. How could he possibly be interested in her?

Whether in terms of looks or talent, Melody was a thousand times better than her. She was just being overly sensitive and unnecessarily worried.

Nash gave Shanice his phone number. "If the Warden of the Southern Territory contacts you, just tell him to contact me directly!"

One of them had a slicked-back hairstyle, looking close to 50 years old. His gaze on the chessboard was extremely sharp.

The other had short, gray hair and was wearing glasses. His eyes were bright and energetic. Despite his seemingly gentle face, he exuded a strong sense of authority.

"Colonel, General, I've failed to complete the mission," the middle-aged man announced while standing at attention.

The man with slicked-back hair furrowed his brows. "Didn't you say you could handle it?"

The middle-aged man looked embarrassed. "Someone booked out the Empire Hotel for seven days yesterday.”

The man with slicked-back hair snorted coldly. "Didn't you mention that we’re from the Southern Territory?”

The middle-aged man's expression darkened. "I did, and the hotel manager agreed. But today, something unexpected happened. The person who booked the hotel yesterday bought the hotel.”