Everyone wore disposable gloves before feasting on lobsters while drinking beer, ignoring other patrons around them who were taking their pictures from afar.

They were thankfully not intrusive, aside from making various comments and photo-taking, so the Batton family felt more at ease.

The restaurant was running at maximum capacity, and the interior was smoky within.

The Battons seemed like a regular group of people in that restaurant, having a meal and doing ordinary things just like other people.

They were no different from everyone else, so they could blend in perfectly apart from their designer clothes.

They managed to finish every dish in record time as everyone was generally in high spirits and no longer full from the food at the birthday party.

After the meal, Stanley Batton settled the bill before they all left the restaurant together.

Even after they were gone, people were still commenting in the restaurant.

“D*mn. This family is so down to earth. I thought rich people