Actually, Demi was just trying to scare him.
She knew that she couldn't do anything to Chen Zhao for now.
Unfortunately, Chen Zhao's temper was too terrible.
He wasn't even willing to suffer a loss with his words.
Chen Zhao patted Demi's shoulder without hesitation.
"Your father has already gone bankrupt. If you lose your job, I think your father's creditors will pounce on you like mad dogs and tear your father apart. So, you better think carefully before you speak."
Demi's expression turned even uglier.
Now that she had a military position, she could barely protect her father.
If she lost her commission, her father would probably be sued by his creditors and thrown into prison.
If someone interfered, her father might not be able to get out of prison alive.
Demi's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
But she really couldn't do anything now.
If he didn't have a proper name, his words wouldn't be justified.
If she couldn't do anything to Chen Zhao, she might even get herself into trouble.
In Portia's eyes, Chen Zhao was definitely an evil rich man.
However, Chen Zhao could only chat with Demi here.
Demi would never let him go just because of his threat.
The bridge of Lake Pontchartrain was uncrossable.
Demi wasn't just targeting Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao could only ask Portia to turn the car around.
"Boss, where to now?"
Portia kept thinking about Demi's words.
Demi said that Chen Zhao had killed an officer.
This gave her goosebumps.
She didn't know what Chen Zhao did.
The only thing she knew about him was that he was rich.
He was very rich.
Now, she felt that Chen Zhao's money might have come from an illegal source.
Her fear of Chen Zhao grew deeper and deeper.
But now she was in a difficult position.
As long as Chen Zhao didn't agree to her resignation, she couldn't leave.
She was even more afraid to speak.
She was worried that she had angered him.
Chen Zhao threatened her family.
Anyway, Portia was just scaring herself.
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.
"Find a restaurant," Chen Zhao said.
"Boss, they've only been out for an hour, and you seem to have eaten a lot for breakfast."
Breakfast? How could that be called breakfast?
That wasn't even enough to fill Chen Zhao's teeth.
If Chen Zhao really ate to his heart's content, he could probably empty the entire hotel.
However, the energy efficiency of food was still too low for him.
Chen Zhao still couldn't completely separate himself from the five grains.
He could not eat the wind and drink the dew.
However, not eating or drinking for more than ten days was nothing to him.
Of course, even though Chen Zhao was close to fasting.
However, Chen Zhao's appetite was still much larger than a regular person's.
Chen Zhao could already use his immortal power to ensure that he was never hungry.
However, there were some trace elements that the human body needed that could not be provided by immortal energy.
To put it bluntly, Chen Zhao didn't eat to eat now, but to replenish his micronutrients.
Therefore, Chen Zhao's food combinations for each meal were very rich.
"I'm hungry," he answered matter-of-factly.
Fine, you're the boss, you have the final say.
But this time, he only told Portia to find a normal restaurant.
Not those high-end restaurants that cost thousands of dollars for a meal.
An hour later —
Portia sat across from him.
Chen Zhao was still wolfing down his food.
How much did Chen Zhao eat?
Ten servings of pasta, twenty servings of pepper scallops, five lobsters, and twenty prawns.
There were also twenty steaks and five roasted chickens …
Portia had never seen someone with such a huge appetite.
Just how many people's portions did he eat?
Ten people? Or twenty people?
Those who did not know would think that he was a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days.
Chen Zhao did not care about other people's opinions.
He could eat however he wanted.
"You eat some too," Chen Zhao said in the midst of his busy schedule.
"Thanks, but it's okay." Portia forced a smile.
"Okay … Tell the waiter to give me twenty medium-rare steaks. This restaurant's steaks are as good as the chef's. Oh, I saw that there's roasted lamb leg on the menu. Give me two."
"Boss, can you finish it?"
"I never waste food," Chen Zhao said.
After midnight, Chen Zhao walked out of the restaurant, satisfied.
Portia followed behind him. "Boss, you just ate a total of $2,380."
"Okay, got it." Chen Zhao nodded. "This restaurant is still worth it. If we went to a high-end restaurant, this meal would cost at least tens of thousands."
Spending $2,380 for a meal? Was that worth it?
But thinking about the amount he'd just eaten, it was indeed worth it.
"Sis," a slightly childish voice said.
Chen Zhao turned his head and saw a boy around eighteen or nineteen years old.
Portia was stunned for a moment. "Billy, why are you here?"
"I'm working part-time at this restaurant." Billy looked at Portia and then at Chen Zhao. "Sis, when did you come back to New Orleans? Also, who is he? Your boyfriend? "
"No, he's my boss," Portia quickly explained. "I'm working now. I'll go visit you guys when I'm free."
"Okay." Billy still had some baby fat on his face, but he was even taller than Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao did not know what these foreigners ate to be so tall at such a young age.
Billy walked up to Chen Zhao. "Don't bully my sister, or I'll teach you a lesson."
"Portia, come to my room tonight. I have something I need you to deal with."
"Ah …"
Billy's face darkened. Chen Zhao smiled faintly. "If you continue to threaten me, your sister's job will be very difficult. Kid, don't trouble your sister with your immature way of thinking." Billy's face darkened.
Billy's face turned red and he stared at Chen Zhao hatefully.
"Sis, don't work for him anymore."
"Billy, don't mind my business." Portia did not want Billy to get involved.
Chen Zhao was clearly not a good person. If Billy angered him, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Billy's face turned green as he watched Chen Zhao and his sister leave.
He also felt that Chen Zhao was not a good person.
If his sister worked for him, she might encounter indescribable trouble.
No, he had to think of something.
"Boss, Billy's just a kid. Don't lower yourself to his level."
"Of course not," Chen Zhao replied, smiling. "I won't lower myself to a kid's level."
"Then where are we going now?"
"Is there anything more memorable in New Orleans?"
"There's a street in New Moon City that sells traditional handicrafts. Most of the ancestors are French and Italian craftsmen. New Moon City's handicrafts are very famous."
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