Chapter 67

Robert's words grew harsher the more he spoke. Jenna bit her lip, eyes welling with tears. "Mr. Frank Senior, I used only the freshest ingredients. I promise it won't upset your stomach…" "Fresh?" Robert scoffed. "Freshness fades fast. What really lasts is something that grows over time." His words had a clear implication, and they lit a fuse in Jenna that was already dangerously close to blowing. James frowned slightly and glanced at Robert. "That was a bit much." "Was it?" Robert raised a brow, completely unfazed. "Haven't I always told you to start what you finish? No room for second-guessing halfway through." From the moment Jenna walked into the room, it was like Robert had flipped a switch and gone into full-blown passive-aggressive mode—every word out of his mouth chipped away at her pride. James' attempt to stand up for her didn't seem to help much at all. Jenna stared at the food on the table, frowning. Robert really was impossible. He held the most power in the enti