Boris had mentioned he was at risk of a stroke, and yet, Nathan had ordered seafood and beer, a meal fit to give a stroke. Was he trying to send Boris to an early grave?
If it were someone else, they would not have dared to joke of such a thing with Boris, for Boris would have surely lost his temper.
But seeing that it was Nathan Cross, he repressed that temper.
Nathan could not help but smirk at the sight of Boris's pale expression.
He had always hated Boris and his hypocritical ways. Boris had clearly invited him out to settle a score, yet he pretended to welcome him with fake pleasantries and that fake smile of his.
Nathan could not help it. He had purposely ordered this stroke-inducing meal just to have his own little fun with this old chap.
But Chef Terrier was very obviously in a pinch.
He stuttered, unable to make a sound as he hesitated whether he should agree with Nathan's orders.
"What's wrong, Chef Terrier?" Nathan feigned surprise.
"General, pardon me. Mr. Tucker here has stated that he is unable to eat anything with high sugar and oil content, let alone seafood and beer, as that definitely is a meal to induce stroke..." Chef Terrier answered as he bit his lips.
"Oh, is that so," Nathan mused.
"Then let's have some simple dishes!"
"Yes, I shall go prepare the meals, then," Chef Terrier nervously said.
By the time Chef Terrier exited the room, Boris's face had clouded over.
"Boris, you seem unwell. You should look after yourself!" Nathan said.
"You need not worry, General. My body is still tough," Boris coldly replied.
"You didn't summon me here just for a meal, am I right?" Nathan chuckled.
Boris, having seen that Nathan brought it up on his own, dropped his pretense and asked, "General, I'm sure you have heard of the news of my son's demise in Japan, correct?"
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