Chapter 483

In an instant, the man's sense of inferiority evaporated, replaced with a blind self-confidence. "You see?" he said to his wife, gesturing broadly at the world around him. "I'm not the only useless man out there—the only one who can only afford to take his wife to a place like this. Look at him." He nodded toward Xander without naming him. "Appears to be quite the gentleman, his wife so striking, and yet they're eating in the same place we are." Abigail and Xander paid them no mind. Abigail was too engrossed in the aromatic classic escargot and escargot bourguignon, her mouth too full to retort. Xander, on the other hand, had no interest in giving such individuals any more of his attention than they deserved. The man cast another glance at Abigail before he sneered at his wife, "Next time you start comparing, do me a favor and take a good, hard look at yourself. Look at your waist, your legs, and then look at hers. Do you think you deserve to dine at expensive places?" The woman loo