Everyone present, such as Annie Fraser and Michael Sinclair, were prominent figures in New York. And even if they weren't especially well-known, they had all graduated from Ivy League schools.

Even Yvette Larson—who they all looked down on—was from a second-tier family in San Francisco.

What was a mere chef?

'We chose this private room because we want some privacy. How dare you disturb us when you're nothing but a mere chef? Do you have no respect for us? Do you think you can bully us just like that?'

Michael Sinclair didn't even glance at the door before he shouted, "Scram!"

His lashing out was a little abrupt. After all, Chef Miller had only come because Finn Taylor had told the waiter to bring him here.

'But I'm the one giving a treat today, not you, Finn Taylor.'

Someone turned to Finn Taylor. "If you want to meet that chef, you should get out too."

Jimmy Landon added on with a sneer, "Finn Taylor, I heard that you don't even dare to fight back or rebuke anyone who hits you or scolds you. Why don't you show everyone just how you do it every time? Scram!"

'Hahaha!' His words were met with another round of thunderous laughter.

Jimmy Landon loved to play such tricks. He thought that he was humorous, but he was met with a deep voice questioning him. "Who asked Mr. Taylor to scram?"

Jimmy Landon was utterly annoyed. 'This Chef Miller is so annoying! You're just a chef; how dare you speak up here?'

"I did. Who are you to say anything?" Jimmy Landon didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to shut that chef up. 'I'm the customer—customers are king. You're just a chef. Do you think you can afford to offend me?'

"I can shut you up and break your useless legs." Chef Miller walked in and kicked Jimmy Landon in the knees, shattering both of them.

The latter bent down in pain and fell to the ground.

Very obviously, Chef Miller had crippled Jimmy Landon with that kick. He was clearly not joking around.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room fell.

"F*ck! Didn't I tell you to scram?" Michael Sinclair had already been displeased by everything that had happened earlier. 'I'm such a well-known figure in New York, yet I'm being played by a mere chef. I said that I'm the eldest son of New York's Sinclair family and the heir to a billion-dollar corporation. Yet, I can't even order a mere chef around. What a joke!'

But the moment Michael Sinclair looked up and saw Chef Miller's face, he was so frightened that he fell off his chair.

"Which family are you from? How could you be so rude? Leaving aside the fact that someone here invited me over, I'm already old enough to be your grandpa. How dare you order me around and even ask me to scram? Did your elders raise you to act like this?" Chef Miller pointed at Michael Sinclair, lecturing him.

All the other Travelers Club members thought that it was their time to shine. "You're just an old man. What are you yapping on about? Don't you know who you're talking to? He's Michael Sinclair—the young master of New York's Sinclair family. Believe it or not, Young Master Sinclair can put your name on the blacklist in New York, and nobody will ever hire you again."

Slap!

Before that person could finish his words, someone viciously slapped him right in the face.

What shocked everyone was that it was Michael Sinclair who had slapped him.

That's right—Michael Sinclair.

"Y-young Master Sinclair, why did you hit me?" That person felt aggrieved.

Even Annie Fraser didn't understand what her husband was doing. "Michael, did you hit the wrong person?"

"Shut up."

Annie Fraser hadn't noticed how her husband was already trembling slightly.

He was evidently in great fear, and it was all because of the Chef Miller in front of him.

"Wow, you're impressive. Look at how Michael Sinclair shut up once you showed up. He ignored me for the longest time." Finn Taylor seemed to be provoking Chef Miller.

However, the latter didn't care. "Tch, why don't you tell him your true identity then? We'll see how tough he dares to be then."

Michael Sinclair was confused about what identity they were talking about, but he was clear about Chef Miller's true identity.

Amongst the four major families of New York was the Terre family. Two consecutive family heads had lived short lives, and the current head was Pierre Terre.

Although he was young, he was capable. It was because of his young age that many other families in New York had tried to take over the Terre family. But in the end, they were the ones who had been taken over.

And this Chef Miller in front of him was none other than the master of Pierre Terre.

Michael Sinclair remembered that he was the martial arts teacher of Pierre Terre. 'Logically speaking, he should've been enjoying his retirement in the Terre family's home. Why is he here as a chef?'

"Master Miller, it's been years since we met. How's it going? Are you still adept at martial arts?"

Chef Miller struck a punch, and there was a loud whoosh as his fist cut through the air.

This thunderous sound was enough to prove just how well-trained he was.

Finn Taylor got up and walked up to Jimmy Landon. "Do you remember that I said you only had ten minutes left? Oh, that's not right. You have only three minutes now. If you don't want to suffer, you can jump down from that window."

Finn Taylor pointed at the floor-to-ceiling windows. It would be a drop of at least 50 floors if he were to jump down from here.

Even a superhero would die.

From Michael Sinclair's words, Jimmy Landon had already inferred that Chef Miller had to be an impressive figure.

'That darned Finn Taylor! How could he have gotten to know someone like this? I shouldn't have offended him. Of course, I'm not going to commit suicide either.' He crawled up to Michael Sinclair. "Young Master Sinclair, I'm begging you. Please speak up for me. I don't want to die; I didn't say that about Yvette Larson on purpose."

Michael Sinclair had no idea how to resolve this feud, but he now had an opportunity since Jimmy Landon had taken the initiative to come up to him.

He picked the former up and started running. Then, he threw Jimmy Landon out of the window with everyone watching on in disbelief.

Jimmy Landon would surely die after falling 50 floors down.

With that, Michael Sinclair turned and kneeled on the ground. "Greetings, Master Miller. I'm Michael Sinclair from the Sinclair family. I apologize for offending you earlier; I hope you'll be magnanimous and won't take it to heart. Please let me off, Master Miller."