Chapter 948

At the dining table, the aroma of pan-seared steak drifted enticingly through the air—but no one dared to move, and no one dared to respond to Karl’s words.

Staring at the steak placed in front of him, Dre swallowed unconsciously. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d smelled the scent of real food—but in this situation, that very aroma felt more like torture.

They didn’t know what Karl was planning to do. They didn’t know why he’d brought them food.