Chapter 318 Do Not Assume
The other guy turned to Quentin and was going to say something, but decided against it in the end.
It seemed he also thought that Armand might be blind.
They were still having dinner when Genevieve accidentally stained her shirt and had to move to the restroom to clean it up.
Quentin noted how Armand stopped eating and only sipped on his tea after she left. That further reinforced his suspicion, so he asked, “Mr. Faulkner, why did you stop eating? Is the food not to your liking?”
Martin panicked as soon as he heard that. “What would you like to have, Mr. Faulkner? I’ll have the kitchen whip it up for you right away.”
“I have never been picky with food, and everything is delicious today. Thank you for your warm hospitality,” replied Armand calmly.
“I see. Well, Mr. Faulkner, why don’t you try this lamb chop then? It’s tender and very delicious,” suggested Quentin as he turned the rotating tray to get one of the dishes to stop right in front of Armand.
Martin saw what dish Quentin was pointing at and was taken aback.
Huh? That’s the vegetable stew. Why would he call it the lamb chop?
Martin was about to speak up when he saw Quentin signaling with his eyes. After that, the latter urged, “Mr. Turner claimed that the lamb was slaughtered today, so it’s especially fresh. Aren’t you going to try it?”
Everyone else shot a look at the table and realized what Quentin was doing, but no one spoke.
Armand didn’t reply. He simply reached out for the table.
It didn’t take long before he turned the rotating tray and spoke in a taunting tone. “Mr. Hader, you’re fifty-three years old, aren’t you? Why are your eyes deteriorating so much even though you haven’t even reached sixty?”
The plate containing the lamb chop, which was placed right in front of someone else, moved with the dial. It reached Armand’s side soon after.
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