Chapter 135

The whole group scattered like scared rabbits, yelling and scrambling to get out. A few cousins and brothers-in-law even covered their heads and bolted like demons were chasing them. In the chaos, Conrad was the only one still calmly sitting in the dining room. He looked totally unfazed, leisurely picking up a piece of braised beef with his fork and dropping it into his plate. The table was a total disaster - light veggie dishes and delicate fish were smashed all over the floor, plates in shards. Only a few meat platters remained untouched. Calliope stepped in, shocked. "What on earth happened here?" Conrad casually reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Sit down. Let's keep eating." She stood frozen, staring right at him. He finally looked up and said flatly, "They called me a gigolo freeloading off my wife. So... I snapped and beat them up a little." "To be polite, I even offered them a few dishes," he added, gesturing to the shattered mess on the floor. "But hey, slippery hands, not my