“President Nicholson, don’t just sit there watching. The pork aorta is really fresh today—hurry and try some.” Natasha finally seemed to notice Dahlia’s silence. She greeted her enthusiastically, though her smile carried an unmistakable hint of triumphant flaunting. “Thank you.” Dahlia lifted her eyes and forced a faint smile. She picked up a slice of aorta, but her throat tightened; she could barely swallow. She tried to find a topic—something to ease the suffocating awkwardness… and also an excuse to ask about Dustin. “Dustin, I heard you were away for quite a long time recently. Were you dealing with something important?” Before Dustin could speak, Natasha抢先 again, her tone filled with pride—as if declaring her complete grasp over Dustin’s whereabouts. “That’s right! My Dustin is amazing. He went to take care of something very important, and he even ended up saving the royal family! Isn’t that so, hubby?” As she spoke, she placed a beef ball into Dustin’s bowl. Dahl...