Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Chapter 637

Chapter 637

Peter recalled Drake's orders and swallowed his rage. He turned to the maids and ordered, "Switch it."

"Yes, sir." The maids left, returning moments later with steak.

Debra poked at it halfheartedly with her knife and fork before wrinkling her nose in disinterest. "Too greasy. Where did you find this chef? How does Mr. Lowe stand such low-quality food? Change it." Peter clenched his jaw, fighting to keep his composure. He barked at the maids, "What are you waiting for? Change it."

"This is premium tuna."

"Fish is a trigger food. Are you trying to make me sicker?"

"These are French-baked snails."

"I don't eat bugs."

"Sautéed greens."

"Too plain."

Finally, the maids placed a roasted lamb leg in front of Debra.

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Peter had reached his limit. "If you keep this up, I'll have

ahead. In the worst case, I skip a few meals. It's not like I'll starve to death. At most, my recovery might be delayed, but honestly,

But Debra had already predicted this outcome. No matter how much she

was taking a nap. No one

smile, Peter asked, "What

chin on her hand, pretending to think. "I suppose I'll have steak, filet mignon to be precise, along with toast, foie gras, and plum sauce.

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