"Yes, yes, boss, it's great news, fantastic news!" The security guard said in the fastest tone of his life, "That super prodigal from the Hong family somehow came to our nightclub, boss! He's the most famous prodigal in history! The one who can squander money like no other! Boss, tonight we're definitely going to make a fortune!"

"The super prodigal from the Hong family?!" Hearing this, the boss jumped up from his swivel chair, "Are you talking about that super prodigal called David Hamilton? The one who can blow tens of thousands without even blinking?"

"Most likely, definitely at least eighty percent sure it's him!" The security guard was sweating with excitement, "He got out of a stretch limo, and kept talking about squandering money as he walked. I'm pretty sure it's him!"

The boss clapped his hands excitedly, spinning in place, muttering nonstop, "A windfall from the sky, a windfall from the sky! When this prodigal spends, it's always big! We haven't made a profit in ages, but with him here, this is definitely our chance to boost our performance!" Thinking of this, the boss's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Pass down my orders—whatever he asks for, give it to him! As long as we keep him happy, if he comes often, we might really have a turnaround! Back from the dead, back from the dead!"

"Yes, yes!" The security guard immediately ran downstairs, spreading the word as he went.

On David Hamilton's side, he followed the security guard inside. As soon as he entered the nightclub's main hall, David Hamilton immediately frowned.

The nightclub looked lavish and grand, but in reality, there weren't many customers. The huge dance floor had barely anyone dancing, and the seats around were sparsely occupied. This was a far cry from what David Hamilton had imagined.

With such a small crowd, how is a prodigal like me supposed to squander money?

David Hamilton stood at the entrance of the hall, hands on his hips, pointing around in the most nouveau riche manner: "Go tally up how much everyone here has spent. Tonight, I'm buying out the place—everyone's bill is on me!" Damn, this feeling couldn't be any better! It might look silly, but this feeling of being a rich show-off has always been my dream! Now it's finally come true! David Hamilton was moved to tears.

"Oh my god..." Standing next to David Hamilton, Grace Carter couldn't help but let out a wail, raising both hands to cover her face, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. Today was the most embarrassing day ever! She, the dignified eldest daughter of the The Carter Family, a princess-like girl, the darling of the heavens—when had she ever done something so humiliating?

The driver was left with a wry smile—this young master really was something else.

"This..." The security guard had worked here for years, but had never seen anyone do what David Hamilton just did. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if he should agree. Luckily, the security guard who had reported earlier quickly ran over and whispered a few words in his ear. Then, both security guards nodded vigorously, "Alright!"

Immediately, one security guard led the way enthusiastically, bringing David Hamilton to the nightclub singer. He snatched the microphone and stuffed it into David Hamilton's hand, respectfully saying, "Um, young master, since you're buying out the place, would you like to say a few words to everyone present?"

Say a few words? Of course! If you're going to squander money, do it openly and confidently!

David Hamilton picked up the mic, coughed twice, and after attracting everyone's attention, shouted loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!"

Hearing someone greet them like this, everyone in the room turned to look. On stage was a young man, no more than seventeen or eighteen. No one quite understood what was going on, and they all whispered among themselves: "What's a kid like that doing here?" "He does look pretty good—maybe he's the new gigolo?" "This kid is just my type. I'll ask the boss later how much for a night!" "Tsk, you haven't changed a bit after all these years."

Many young women in the crowd had their eyes darting around, thinking, "This young guy is pretty good-looking, and he's dressed well. Maybe he's the son of some rich family? Wouldn't hurt to try and hook up." "This little brother has a nice face. If I can get him, and train him a bit, it could be fun."

Although everyone had different thoughts, the room quickly quieted down.

They heard David Hamilton loudly declare, "I'm in a great mood tonight, and it's rare that my fiancée is out with me, so I'm buying out the place! Everything you spend tonight is on me. Of course, I'm not responsible for your tips."

Rich! This is what a real rich person looks like, right? In a good mood, just buys out the whole place!

Grace Carter stomped her foot in anger beside him, "Who is your fiancée?!" But she only dared to think it, not say it out loud.

For a moment, the whole place was in an uproar. All the young women looked at David Hamilton with changed eyes, their gazes full of gold. At this moment, they looked at David Hamilton as if he were a mountain of gold!