“Go ahead and eat anything you want! But don’t forget to let me know which ones you like best. I’ll buy


    all your favorite food for you next time!” Severin looked at Selene’s cute antics and felt his heart melt


    slightly.


    “Okay! Thanks, Dad!” Selene nodded maturely and spoke very politely.


    Judith and Maurice exchanged a meaningful nce at each other and smiled heartily.


    “All right, let’s try this red wine! You don’t get this sort of good stuff in prison!” Severin asked the


    waitress to uncork the wine and poured some for Diane and Judith.


    “Tuck in, everyone! Make sure to eat your fill!” Diane smiled and then took the initiative to serve some


    of the food to Judith and Maurice.


    “You should eat more too!” Judith was grinning from ear to ear too and she served some food to Diane


    in return. Slowly but surely, she grew fonder and fonder of Diane even though thetter showed up as


    daughter-inw all of a sudden.


    After all, it was not easy for a youngdy who was born into a wealthy family to endure all that


    hardship. Furthermore, she was not at all averse to having a poor old couple as her inws.


    “Mm! These are delicious!” Judith could not resist singing praises for the food after tasting some of it. In


    the end, however, she still feltpelled to say what was on her mind. “But they’re a little bit on the


    expensive side. Severin… we, um…we didn’t bring out the cash. Are you sure you have. enough


    money after ordering all that food?”


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    Judith’s greatest worry was that Severin might not have the money to foot the bill. Although they did


    take half of the eighty-five thousand dors and left the other half with Severin, they had kept all the


    money back in the vi and did not bring any out. It would be troublesome for them if they were


    stopped from leaving because they could not pay for all the food that they ordered.


    “Don’t get so worried, Mom. I still have money on my card. A simple meal like this won’t be a problem!”


    Severin smiled reassuringly.


    “Which one of you b*stards beat up my son?” Several minutes into the meal, a 40-somethingdy in a


    tight-fitting dress rushed in with more than 20 bodyguards. Behind her were several people following


    Norman.


    “Over there, Mom! That’s the man right there!” Norman yelled as he clutched his hand and looked in


    the direction where Severin was sitting.


    “Damn you! Did you think you can act all smug after beating him up? How dare you…” The woman


    strode over with her hands on her hips and cursed him like there was no tomorrow.


    Before she could finish speaking, however, she looked at him in disbelief. “YOU?!”


    Severin frowned too. “What a coincidence!”


    Severin never imagined that that middle-aged woman was the same rich woman he met in the bank.


    He remembered pping the woman’s face and scaring her so badly that she peed her pants. It was


    none other than the wife of Preston Kingsley, president of the Eastshine Group. It


    was even more surprising to him that the man whose arm he broke earlier turned out to be the


    son of that rich woman.


    “You know him?” Norman frowned when he saw the brief exchange and wondered if his mother


    had met an acquaintance.


    The woman was at a loss as to what to do next, because even an idiot would know what it meant when


    Severin had that limited edition bank card. Only ten such cards were in existence, and those who had


    at least one and a half billion were the select few who were eligible to own one. That sum, by the way,


    did not include the person’s fixed assets and was only limited to the avable cash that they had. In


    other words, whoever owned that card was very likely a billionaire or a gazillionaire.


    Severin smiled faintly. “I don’t think I need to tell you what to do now, do I, olddy?


    The woman’s lips twitched as soon as she heard that. Although she was over forty years old, she had


    been cared for very well and believed that she was still a charming woman. Being called an olddy


    was like a p in the face, and she had to restrain herself not tosh out at him there.


    “I don’t care he says. He’s dirt-poor and can’t even afford any of the food here. Tell the bodyguards to


    deal with him. We brought a lot of people this time, so we’ll win for sure! The head of our bodyguards is


    here with the rest of them…”