The dinner could be described as simple, but the dishes served were all delicacies. Lionel felt it would be improper not to provide such a feast.

As everyone took their seats, Lionel glanced around and expressed his dissatisfaction, "Where is Ruth? The guests are all seated, and she's still dawdling?"

"Sir, Ms. Ruth went out," a trembling maid replied.

"Nonsense!" Lionel barked.

He immediately called Ruth. "We have distinguished guests at home, and you ran off?! You might belong to the Combat Department but are part of the McClain family at home. So, hurry back!"

Ruth returned reluctantly, looking sulky.

Lionel finally cracked a smile.

Sylvia observed the situation, glancing between Eric and Ruth. Did they have some kind of history? However, Eric appeared unfazed by the situation.

As the head of a top-tier wealthy family, Lionel seemed to be more easygoing than expected.

"Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, inviting you for a meal is hard. I apologize for the unpleasantness earlier!" L