Serenity pushed Zachary’s money away. “I didn’t know that you don’t eat food that's greasy, but I won’t put it on your plate next time. Put away your money. Can you stop flashing your cash? Do you think you’re made of money?”

Zachary should dish out several million in cash by the way he was flaunting his money. She could then count the money and admit that he was made of money.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I was cooking the pork? What’s the point of having a mouth? Well, that’s a waste of one of your five senses if you don’t know how to speak up…”

A wad of notes was placed on her empty plate.

Serenity’s rambling came to a screeching halt.

Without giving her a chance to return the money, Zachary turned on his heel and left.

Serenity took a glance at the money on the plate and moved the gaze to the man on the run. The man already had one foot out the door by then.

“Zachary, do I look like a beggar to you?”

The door slamming shut was his response.

Now that the door