Inside a private dining room.
A simple spread of LA cuisine.
Steven had always led a frugal life, never picky about food, clothing, or shelter, as long as things were clean.
Yet, his aura was undeniable.
Just by sitting there, he exuded an intimidating presence.
Even his chauffeur and bodyguards dared not approach.
The atmosphere remained tense—until Amelia entered, instantly breaking the ice.
Steven smiled warmly at her but soon furrowed his brows.
"You’ve lost weight."
"Garrett, go tell the waiter to add a braised pork knuckle," he ordered.
Only someone like Steven could casually boss around the secretary of the municipal government.
It was no mere rumor that people feared him.
Even now, Garrett always remained on high alert in his presence.
Meanwhile, Amelia was as relaxed
