Alvera,the Revenger,Married the Billionaire

Chapter 13: Scumbags

"You can't eat spicy food?" Alvera asked.

"Who said I can't?" Roland said coldly. "I just don't eat rubbish like that."

"Then you're missing out on a lot of delicacies. Sometimes, the best food is found in small restaurants

like this, not in the high-end restaurants," said Alvera. "Come on, try it. If it's not good, that's on me."

He raised his eyebrows. "On you?"

"Yes, I'll eat whatever horrible food you treat me to in the future," she replied.

Speaking of horrible food, he did have a place...

He smiled and ate the food.

"How's it? Delicious, right?" She looked at him expectantly.

Roland wiped the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

Alvera smiled, "You didn't taste it? Try some more."

She handed him a fork.

Roland took the fork and took a bite of each dish.

They actually tasted good.

"See? I said it's delicious," Alvera said.

He put down the fork. "No, they're not."

Alvera pouted. "You're lying, then. My ex-boyfriend told me that this was the best Mexican food he has

ever eaten."

He frowned, suddenly irritated. "What's so good about this food?" he thought.

He vaguely remembered that Antoine had hired a chef to make Mexican food a few years ago.

He had scolded him about this back then.

"Your boyfriend must be very poor, then, if he likes this kind of food too," he said.

"Now that I think about it... Yeah, he's not much of a keeper," Alvera said.

Roland smiled slightly when he heard her words. "Why did you break up with him?"

"Break up? There was no breakup, just... he disappeared when I went to prison."

"Scumbag."

"Indeed, I know a lot of scumbags. Almost every man I know is a scumbag," she replied, glancing at

him indifferently.

...

"What are you implying?" Roland asked coldly.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Francois, don't flatter yourself."

Roland just sat there with his arms crossed, watching her enjoy the food. He did not touch his fork

again.

Alvera finished the four plates of spicy Mexican food with some drinks.

After she finished, she pulled out a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"That was enjoyable," she said satisfiedly. "Mr. Francois, pay the bill."

"You want me to pay for your meal?" Roland asked incredulously.

"I don't have any money." Alvera put her purse on the table, unruffled. "You can check if you want, Mr.

Francois."

"No money? You got ten million dollars from me and the Earhart family each," he said. "You're telling

me now that you don't have any money?" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Alvera tossed the tissue on the table, feeling annoyed.

"The Earhart family is so stingy. Did they really complain to you just because I asked them for ten

million dollars? Their daughter's life should be worth more than ten million dollars," she said.

"I've already paid you ten million," Roland said.

"Yours is yours, and that was my dowry. Their money was for saving their daughter's life. They're

different," she said, then pointed at the empty plates on the table. "Mr. Francois, the more important

thing right now is the bill, not the 20 million dollars."

...

"I don't have any cash in my wallet," Roland replied coldly.

"What?" She stood up in surprise. "Isn't a wallet supposed to be used to carry money?" she asked

loudly.

Several people turned around to look at them. Roland's expression turned colder. "Sit down. You don't

carry any money in your purse either."

She sat down and said, "I really have no money. I saved all the 20 million dollars. You're a millionaire,

why don't you have any money?"

Roland didn't want to talk to her anymore, so he called his secretary.

Fifteen minutes later, his secretary arrived with some cash.

After paying the bill, he sent her back to the hospital.

At the entrance of the hospital, she got off the car and watched coldly as Roland and his secretary

drove off into the distance, and then she went upstairs.

...

When she arrived at the hospital's VIP area, she met Andrina in the corridor, who was going to get an

examination.

"Miss," Andrina said to the nurse softly, "Wait a minute, I want to have a few words with my sister

alone."

Alvera looked at Andrina, who was in a wheelchair.

After the nurse walked away, Andrina asked coldly, "What's your relationship with Roland?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Alvera replied with another question.

"Alvera, you'd better not do anything stupid," Andrina warned. "Roland is mine. He will marry me."

"That's funny," Alvera said. "The law only recognises the marriage certificate, not a verbal promise.

Don't you know this?"