"Stop looking, old man. It's mine." Carla gave a bright smile to Abraham and reached out her hand to the Christy's stinky tofu.
"Wait!" Abraham said hastily, grabbing the plate.
"Hey, I know you're old and all, but that doesn't give you the right to rob me. Let go or you'll have to face the consequences of your action. There are rules here, you know." Carla stared at him malevolently, holding the plate tightly.
Christy looked very anxious. It was not wise to defy a man as powerful as Duke Abraham, but she had promised the food to her friend, so she didn't know what to do.
A worried look flashed across Abraham's face. He had read about the rules on the back of the menu. He knew that Mag was obstinate. After all, he was the second person who dared to refuse the king's invitation and reward.
