Xesha’s POV
“What do you mean?” I asked. "What belongs to Le Roux family?"
Sebastian ran his fingers through his shiny brown hair under the restaurant’s spotlights.
“The Foxx family owes me something,” he replied.
Seriously? “What kind of debt?” I pressed, but he didn’t answer; instead, he called over his assistant, who was sitting on a chair not far from us.
“Ed, get the bill.”
Edward was about to call the waiter, but I quickly stopped him and pulled out my card to hand it to the waiter. However, Sebastian quickly stopped me.
“Why?” I asked. He didn’t need to do that. Two steaks plus a bottle of wine—I could pay for that. I estimated it would only cost a few hundred dollars, and that wasn’t a large sum.
“No need. Your family is facing financial problems. So save
