Alex stole a glimpse at Beatrice for a second, then he slowly picked up a piece of Australian lobster meat and put it into his mouth. He continued eating his lobster with a content expression on his face, as if she did not exist.

Beatrice was vexed as she thought, ‘What did he mean? Am I a non-existent dead person?’

Beatrice was red-faced, with her eyes widened. “Rockefeller, you trash! Are you deaf? I am talking to you! Why are you here? How did you get in?”

In her eyes, Alex was still a good-for-nothing trash who could do nothing else but lived off her sister. She just got angry every time she saw him, especially her temper got worse after he dared to hit her recently.

Deigning to even look at her, Alex said indifferently, “What does it have to do with you? Stop bothering me.”

What?

Beatrice was infuriated and quite frankly, appalled at his attitude as she thought, ‘This trash just rides roughshod over others at home, by taking advantage of my sister’s help. Now that we are out