Chapter 32: Let The Clown Cook
The table was soon filled with dishes that looked like they belonged in a royal banquet, not in front of these degenerates.
Glazed duck breast carved to perfection, its skin crackling beneath a golden honey-orange glaze.
A steaming plate of octopus tentacles grilled in wine, curled like elegant serpents resting atop seaweed salad.
Butter-poached lobster tails lay split open beside saffron-dusted risotto, their aroma rich with herbs and melted butter.
Salmon grilled with a miso glaze, resting over a bed of crushed avocado and sesame seeds.
And then came the steak—thick, juicy, medium-rare, with a glistening sear and a side of truffle mash so aromatic even the air felt more expensive.
The waiters brought over three bottles of red wine, poured into long-stemmed glasses like ruby rivers.
The table went quiet.
Even the girls’ laughter stopped as the aroma hit them.
Trevor cleared his throat. He leaned back smugly as the plates were served, waving his hand toward Ethan like a king addressing a servant.
"Here ya go, Ethan," he said mockingly. I’m sure you’ve never seen food like this, let alone tasted it.Hope you don’t faint at the sight of real food. Eat what you want, bro. Everything’s on me."