Hope Newton laughed. “Thanks for having us, Uncle Dragon.”

“No trouble at all! Come on in—the food’s all ready, just waiting for you,” Uncle Dragon said warmly, ushering them inside.

Seeing Uncle Dragon greet Hope and her companions so politely, Michael Newton’s face burned red, like he’d been slapped multiple times.

“Why are they getting in to eat? Didn’t you say you were closed for the holidays? No bookings?” he barked angrily.

Uncle Dragon instantly dropped his smile, giving Michael a look of disdain. “Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you’re on the same level as Miss Newton.”

“Why can’t I be? I’m the CEO of Newton Group! She’s just...