Riches in Disguise

Chapter 170

Clem's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Mr. White, please don't misunderstand. I would never do this if they had touched a single piece! I swear on my life, they didn't touch anything. They were still taking pictures just now!"

"I still find this a bit unpleasant. Here's what we'll do. Send this platter to table 22 downstairs as if it's my treat. I'll pay for it later, and then you prepare another platter that is exactly the same and send it to our private room as if it's a gift from your manager. How does that sound?"

She finally relaxed. "Understood, Mr. White."

"Good."

I went downstairs to the kitchen to pick out some fresh seafood, had them prepare

it, and then brought two bottles of white wine to the private room.

Seafood paired perfectly with white wine.

Mrs. Cylon wasn't used to drinking, but I insisted she have a couple of glasses. That was the thing with wine-if one didn't drink it, one would never get used to it. But once one drank a little more and got accustomed to the initial taste, one would start to appreciate its subtle fragrance.

of enjoyment was unlike any regular

the leftover seafood with a pained expression. "What should we do with all this leftover seafood? It's

it. It's fresh seafood. If it's not stored properly, it could spoil, and eating it

are huge. They must be expensive! You can't just throw them away. Let me take them home

help

to every meal. I wasn't about to let her

be a waste to throw all the seafood away, especially the Dragon Palace, from which we'd barely taken a

a moment and then suggested, "How about this? I'll talk to the kitchen, have them prepare the seafood, cook it, and send it to the hotel staff in your name. They can take it if they

that's a

I couldn't help

be poor, but her

I carefully settled the bill without letting her see. If she had seen

thousand dollars, she would

been so