Chapter 33: Hidden Attack
Trevor’s fake smile was starting to twitch.
The waiters came in like a parade—dish after dish after dish. Plates shimmered with elegance: bowls of saffron risotto, grilled Alaskan king crab legs . Steaming octopus, black truffle mash, caviar towers, and bottles of wine that whispered secrets from a thousand-dollar shelf.
Ethan was already devouring the steak like a condemned man enjoying his last meal.
"Mmm. This is divine." He carved through another chunk, then looked up and gestured at Nate and Sasha. "You guys should eat too. Don’t hold back."
"I’m okay," Sasha said hesitantly, her appetite dulled by the earlier tension.
Ethan smiled. "Come on, Sasha. Don’t embarrass Trevor. You say the word, and he’ll book the entire restaurant."
Trevor, already checking his phone under the table, nearly dropped it. He was frantically messaging someone:
"Bro. Urgent. I need 40k NOW. Please. I’ll pay double tomorrow."
He wiped his forehead as another wine bottle arrived.
The others, sensing Ethan’s cue, finally dug in too—grabbing forks and going for everything like it was a food festival and they hadn’t eaten in a year.
"Try this octopus!" one guy laughed, shoving some in his mouth.