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.

"Too rich. Plus, I don't

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

I'll starve to death. At most, my recovery

Peter mad. But Debra had already predicted this outcome. No matter how much she messed around, Peter wouldn't dare do anything

nap. No one could risk

polite smile, Peter asked,

think. "I suppose I'll have steak, filet mignon to be precise, along with toast, foie gras, and plum sauce. Oh, the filet should be two pounds and

pounds?" Peter was

out of a life-threatening fever, asked for

the hold-up? You heard me, didn't

restrained himself. He'd get back at her

with

if

I t you to Mr. Lowe."

pushing

We

the point," Debra

hadn't made any effort to

will

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