What could he do? The heir to the Dracula Group could only call a few people over to start the meal.
"Eat, why aren't you eating? Haha, are you upset because I didn't arrange beauties for you tonight?"
Riel did not care about the verbal sparring. He was a straightforward bodyguard, doing what Cheng Daqi needed him to do and eating when it wasn't needed, nothing more.
Danze was somewhat nervous; tonight's setting was too high-end, so much that he found it hard to breathe smoothly.
Little Black Brother even thought that a fierce life-and-death battle might be preferable to sitting here like being in prison.
Eris was chatting with Wolf about cigars, thinking that Cheng Daqi had messed up tonight, but he dared not say it.
Picking up his fork, Cheng Daqi put a piece of fish in his mouth; the pan-seared grouper was delicious, but he had no time to savor it.
