Chapter 61

"Go ahead and eat anything you want! Let me know your favorites, and I'll buy them all for you next time!" Severin watched Selene's cute antics, his heart melting slightly.

"Okay! Thanks, Dad!" Selene replied politely and with surprising maturity.

Judith and Maurice exchanged a knowing glance and smiled warmly.

"Alright, let's try this red wine! You don't get this quality in prison!" Severin asked the waitress to open the bottle and poured some for Diane and Judith.

"Dig in, everyone! Eat your fill!" Diane smiled and served some food to Judith and Maurice.

"You should eat more too!" Judith, grinning broadly, served Diane some food in return. She was slowly growing fonder of Diane, despite her sudden arrival as daughter-in-law. [The sentence about searching FindNovel.net has been removed as it is irrelevant to the narrative and disruptive to the flow of the story.]

It wasn't easy for a young woman from a wealthy family to endure such hardship. Furthermore, she didn't object to having a poor elderly couple as in-laws.

"Mm! These are delicious!" Judith praised the food. However, she felt compelled to add, "But they're a little expensive. Severin… we, um… didn't bring cash. Are you sure you have enough after ordering all this?"

Judith worried Severin might not be able to pay. They had taken half of the $85,000, leaving the rest with him, but they'd left all the money at the villa. Being unable to pay would cause considerable trouble.

"Don't worry, Mom. I still have money on my card. A meal like this is no problem!" Severin reassured her.

Several minutes later, a woman in her forties, wearing a tight dress, rushed in with over twenty bodyguards. Norman followed behind them, along with several others.

"Mom! That's him!" Norman pointed to Severin, clutching his hand.

"Damn you! You think you can act smug after beating him up? How dare you…" The woman strode toward Severin, hands on her hips, unleashing a torrent of curses.

Then, disbelief washed over her face. "YOU?!"

Severin frowned. "What a coincidence!"

He hadn't expected to see the wealthy woman he'd met at the bank—the woman he'd slapped, causing her to urinate herself. She was none other than Preston Kingsley's wife, the president of the Eastshine Group. Even more surprising, the man whose arm he'd broken was her son.

"You know him?" Norman asked, noticing their interaction.

The woman was momentarily speechless. Even a fool would recognize Severin's limited-edition bank card. Only ten existed, reserved for individuals with at least $1.5 billion in liquid assets (excluding fixed assets). The card's owner was almost certainly a billionaire or multi-billionaire.

Severin smiled faintly. "I don't think I need to tell you what to do, old lady."

The woman's lips twitched. Despite being over forty, she considered herself charming. Being called "old lady" was a stinging insult, but she restrained herself.

"I don't care what he says. He's dirt-poor and can't afford this food. Tell the bodyguards to deal with him. We have plenty of people; we'll win! Our head bodyguard is here…"

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