Riches in Disguise novel 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.

That kind of enjoyment was unlike any regular drink.

After eating, she looked at the leftover seafood with a pained expression. "What should we do with all this leftover seafood? It's such a waste. Let's take it home."

I quickly stopped her. "Mrs. Cylon, we can't take it. It's fresh seafood. If it's not stored properly, it could spoil, and eating it could make us sick."

"But we can't just waste it! These shrimp are huge. They must be expensive! You can't just throw them away. Let me take them home and cook some risotto with them."

I couldn't help but laugh.