Alex stole a glimpse at Beatrice for a second, then he slowly picked up a piece of Australian lobster meat and put it into his mouth. He continued eating his lobster with a content expression on his face, as if she did not exist.

Beatrice was vexed as she thought, ‘What did he mean? Am I a non-existent dead person?’

Beatrice was red-faced, with her eyes widened. “Rockefeller, you trash! Are you deaf? I am talking to you! Why are you here? How did you get in?”

In her eyes, Alex was still a goo