"Five South Ostralian deep sea king crabs, 20 sets of A5 Kobe wagyu, 20 tins of Almas caviar, all airlifted for freshness, and a bottle of Romanée-Conti red wine that's at least 20 years or older..."
The room fell silent after hearing Isaac's extravagant order.
Only after the waiter left did Ivan raise an eyebrow and asked coldly, "You sound like you know what you're doing. But does this stupid hotel even have half the things you ordered?"
"They do," Isaac said with a nod of his head.
"Ha! Well, who cares? It's not like they'll cost much anyway," Ivan said, brushing it off casually. "Does anyone else want to order?"
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