Before Chris Shelby had a chance to speak, Esther, with a stern face, said, “Mr. Piper, please show some respect when you speak. I came here to dine with my husband, and if that’s not acceptable to you, then we’ll have to leave.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Esther was ready to leave.
Truth be told, if it weren’t for Chris Shelby, she really wouldn’t have wanted to come to this meal.
Seeing Esther about to leave, Lysander Frost quickly said with a smile, “Mrs. Shelby, that wasn’t what I meant; I was just joking with you.”
Lysander’s target tonight was Esther; how could he possibly let her leave easily?
In the Frost family, Lysander held no significant status; most family affairs were handled by his siblings.
Being a second-generation scion with no real responsibilities, his sole pleasure was chasing women.
Unlike others, he had a penchant for married women.
His idol was none other than his own ancestor, Himus Frost.
But he had grown tired of most of the married women in Middleton, and the few he hadn’t were out of his league.
So, upon receiving Dylan Piper’s call, he had hurried over.
Although Esther was Chris Shelby’s wife, Lysander didn’t really care.
After all, he was a young master of the Frost family; how could Chris Shelby possibly confront him?
Lysander Frost glanced at Chris Shelby and said with a faint smile, “Chris Shelby, I didn’t know you were coming, so I didn’t prepare a place for you!”
Chris Shelby noticed there were only two seats.
Clearly, Lysander Frost had designs on his wife.
Chris Shelby sneered and called out, “Waiter!”
The waiter quickly approached.
“Sir, how may I assist you?”
“Bring me a chair!”
“This…” The waiter hesitated, glancing surreptitiously at Lysander Frost.
Lysander had instructed that he was to dine alone with his guest tonight, no interruptions allowed.
Seeing the waiter hesitate, Chris Shelby said sharply, “I asked you to bring a chair. Did you not hear me?”
“Just a moment, I’ll bring it right away!”
Seeing Chris Shelby about to lose his temper, the waiter quickly turned and left.
Shortly after, the waiter brought a chair over.
Chris Shelby sat down unapologetically.
Seeing this, Lysander Frost’s expression turned extremely ugly.
Chris Shelby looked at Lysander Frost with a half-smile and said, “Mr. Piper, is this okay now?”
“Haha,” Lysander Frost managed a strained smile and replied, “Of course!”
At that moment, the waiter came over with the menu and asked, “What would you like to order?”
Lysander Frost, looking at Esther, cheerfully asked, “Mrs. Shelby, what would you like to eat? Order anything; money is no object!”
Esther rolled her eyes, ignoring Lysander Frost.
Suddenly, Chris Shelby snatched the menu.
“Sorry, Mr. Piper, my wife is shy and doesn’t know what to order. Let me do it,” he said.
Seeing Chris Shelby take the menu, Lysander Frost scoffed.
He mockingly said, “Chris Shelby, order whatever you like. But really, compared to Middleton, this East Coast place doesn’t have much to offer. When I was in Middleton, each meal was at least a million dollars.”
As he said this, Lysander Frost bore an air of superiority.
Seeing this, Chris Shelby scoffed inwardly.
A million dollars per meal? Lysander Frost really knew how to boast!
Even if the Frost family was prestigious, such extravagance was unlikely.
Despite the vast wealth and size of the Frost family, its numbers were equally grand. Having proliferated for over a century, the Frost family easily numbered in the thousands. If every member spent millions on meals like Lysander Frost, even their vast resources would falter.
Chris Shelby spoke nonchalantly, “Is that so? Well then, I shall make my order a special one.” He then turned to the waiter and instructed, “Bring me the most expensive dishes you have. Remember, it has to be the most expensive; we wouldn’t want to disgrace Mr. Piper.”
Suddenly, Chris pointed to a bottle on the menu, “Oh, and bring me that bottle of wine.”
“Uh?” The waiter paused, a bit startled, “Sir, are you sure you want this bottle?”
Chris’s expression darkened immediately. “What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting Mr. Piper can’t afford it?”
Lysander Frost, overhearing this, was displeased. As a young master of the Frost family, how could he possibly lack the funds?
He glared at the waiter and snapped, “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and bring it over. Remember, I’m not short on money, got it?”
“Yes, yes! Right away, gentlemen,” the waiter replied, hastily retreating.
Chris looked at Lysander and laughed, “Mr. Piper truly lives up to the Frost family name, such extraordinary generosity!”
Lysander gave Chris a disdainful glance. In his view, Chris was just a bumpkin. Order the most expensive dishes to intimidate him? Ridiculous!
To Lysander, a million-dollar meal might be a fortune to the average person, but it was nothing to him, especially in a place like the East Coast which he considered insignificant.
Soon, the waiter brought in dish after dish: Pacific tuna, Arctic lobster, Atlantic abalone… delicacies unimaginable to the common folk, among which a bottle in a golden case was particularly striking-a beverage that screamed luxury.
“Come on, let’s eat,” Chris announced, diving into the feast.
While eating, he looked at Esther, “Dear, what are you waiting for? It’s rare for Mr. Piper to treat us. We should indulge while we can, or it would be a waste of his kindness.”
Hearing this, Esther was speechless. Her husband always managed to eat heartily, regardless of the occasion.
Watching Chris eat like a man starved, Lysander wore a look of scorn. He knew Chris well enough. Before becoming part of the esteemed Primus family, Chris was just a starving wanderer, later marrying into the Jefferson family.
In Lysander’s eyes, Chris was nothing but a country bumpkin, likely unable to make it in Middleton, thus resorting to flaunting his newfound status in the lesser East Coast.
Half an hour later, Chris had nearly cleared the table by himself. Belching contentedly, he exclaimed, “These dishes are indeed delicious!”
“Waiter!” he called out after a moment.
The waiter approached, “Sir, how may I assist you?”
Chris pointed at the golden bottle on the table, “Pack this bottle up for me!”