"A true Master Chef?" Rick mocked, his voice cutting through the arrogant laughter in the room, "The only thing you are a master of is swiping your daddy's credit card."
Julian's smug expression instantly vanished, and his face instantly turned purple.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?!" Julian roared.
"I said you are a pathetic... untalented... useless... fraud," Rick stated lazily, keeping his eyes dead and flat, "You hide behind gold threads and diamond chains because you actually have zero knife skills."
"You are nothing but a glorified microwave cook with a massive trust fund."
Sshssh!
The market went dead silent, as the vendors and the audience gasped in shock, unable to believe that a random man in a leather jacket just publicly slapped the face of a powerful hotel heir.
