The living room, which covered more than a hundred square meters, had been set up like a small cocktail party buffet.
Several chefs in tall hats were cooking the finest ingredients on-site, waiting for a group of people to sample them.
Alvin sat by the dining table, sighing as he ate freshly seared Wagyu Beef that wasn't even enough to get stuck between his teeth. His demeanor had the handsome, big-nosed chef sweating nonstop, worried there was something wrong with his cooking.
The big-nosed chef carefully cooked a two-inch-square steak on a plate larger than his head, then brought it back to Alvin...
Alvin swept the garnish off the steak with his fork, then cut into it with a stony expression and ate it in two bites.
The big-nosed chef looked at Alvin's disgruntled face and cautiously leaned over to ask, "Sir, does this steak suit your taste?
"If there's anything we could improve, please let me know. It's our responsibility to provide you with the finest service."
Alvin glanced sideways at Frank, who was holding a glass of whiskey nearby, then said irritably to the chef, "You know what 'tastes like chewing wax' means? Some guy's ruined my mood, and now nothing tastes good!"
As he spoke, Alvin held out his steak knife to the big-nosed chef and said viciously, "That guy's a traitor to the Men's Club. He ruined my bachelor party.
"Go stab him, and I'll give you a five-star review!"
The big-nosed chef certainly wasn't going to actually stab Frank, but he was a clever fellow. Hearing Alvin's complaint, he actually relaxed.
As a seasoned Las Vegas service worker, the big-nosed chef leaned toward Alvin, gave him a slightly sleazy wink, and said with a smile, "Sir, Las Vegas is a place to have fun. We