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.

rich. Plus,

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

meals. It's not like I'll starve to death. At most, my recovery

No matter how much she messed around,

was taking a nap.

smile, Peter asked,

mignon to be precise, along with toast, foie gras, and plum sauce. Oh, the filet should be two

Peter

a life-threatening fever, asked for two pounds

the hold-up? You heard me,

flared, but he restrained himself. He'd get back at

stormed off with the staff.

if

t you to Mr.

pushing like

We

the point," Debra

passed, and Drake hadn't made any effort

will

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