Fatty Manager still couldn't believe it: "That's not possible, McGinny Your Excellency is the Power of the Six Mountains! There must have been some accident, McGinny Your Excellency must be delayed by something else, just wait a little longer, a little longer ..."
He spent the night in the restaurant, and McGinny never showed up.
At six in the morning, he could no longer sit still and frantically knocked on the door of the Ancient Mansion. The Noblewoman, dressed in her nightgown, appeared in the living room, her figure still seductively curvy, but her face was etched with anger: "You foolish pig, what is so urgent to wake me up so early in the morning?"
From some corner, the black cat sprung out like a black bolt of lightning, hissing and darting past Fatty Manager. His face registered several deep scratches, quickly seeping fresh blood.
"Madam!" Fatty Manager was trembling: "McGinny Your Excellency has not returned, and that swindler...he unashamedly returned to the hotel."