The tall figure leaned back in the chair, looking at Evelyn Sherman in front of him. His eyes deepened.
Before his eyes, the scene of Lucas Scott introducing dishes to Evelyn in the private room just a moment ago replays. His hand, gripping the chopsticks, tightened suddenly.
Quickly, he reigned in all of his emotions.
As if nothing had happened, he placed a piece of meat into her bowl.
"This is top-grade roast duck, not only delicious but also non-fattening..."
"And this dish of lotus root, sweet but not greasy..."
Chester Yale tirelessly arranged food in Evelyn's bowl.
Usually a quiet man, today he seemed like a different person, continuously introducing dishes.
"…" Evelyn held her chopsticks and looked at the increasingly high pile of food in her bowl, then glanced at Chester, who showed no signs of stopping. She couldn't help but shiver.
He wasn't bringing her to eat, but clearly torturing her.
Preparing to kill her by overeating...
