The family continues to eat, their expressions unreadable. Ramsey's lips curve into a sarcastic smile as he signals to one of his men, who summons the chef.
"I'll have the same as them," he says, his voice smooth and commanding. "And bring me a glass of the finest wine you have."
The family continues to ignore him, their conversation uninterrupted.
Ramsey leans back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room. He can't help but feel a twinge of amusement at their blatant disregard for his presence.
"I do hope you don't mind," Ramsey murmurs after the chef has played a plate before him.
Lifting the lid, it reveals a truly sumptuous meal. "I find it's always best to conduct business on a full stomach."
Chuckling softly, Ramsey reaches into his pocket and withdraws his prized handgun. He sets it down on the table with a soft thud, drawing the family's attention at last.
