Did he, Kevan, the president of Microworks Corporation, find a few dollars for delivery fees expensive?

Were rich people this stingy?

…

Kevan went downstairs to the nearby convenience store, bought a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. He took a puff and tried to calm himself down as he answered his phone which had been ringing for some time.

"Is everything taken care of?" he asked coldly.

The person on the other end replied, "It's done."

"Both matters are resolved?"

"Yes."

Kevan lowered his hand and flicked the ash off the cigarette.

"I'll transfer the money to your account later."

He extinguished the cigarette butt and threw the remaining half-pack of cigarettes along with the lighter into the trash can.

…

After nearly an hour, Kevan returned, carrying a paper bag with the logo of the Regal Dynasty Hotel. He took out the food and placed each item on the small table set up on Larissa's hospital bed.

Larissa widened her eyes once again.

"So ... you went to the Regal Dynas