Life After Prison

“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 glance 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 the latter showed up as daughter-in-law all of a sudden.

After all, it was not easy for a young lady 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 in-laws.

“Mm! These are delicious!” Judith could not resist singing praises for the food after tasting some of it. In the end, however, she still felt compelled 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?”

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 dollars and left the other half with Severin, they had kept all the

money back in the villa 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-something lady 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!” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Severin never imagined that that middle-aged woman was the same rich woman he met in the bank. He remembered slapping 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 available 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, old lady?

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 old lady was like a slap in the face, and she had to restrain herself not to lash 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…”