At the table, only Anson was bold enough to laugh and openly mock him.
He was a man of high status, recruited directly by the Chairman himself, so Silas' influence didn't extend to him.
However, if anyone else at the table made the mistake of laughing, they knew without a doubt they risked incurring Silas' wrath.
Thankfully, Anson wasn't the type who needed to bring people along when doing things; otherwise, they would've been caught in the middle of this beef.
"It's amusing, really. A man who claims to know everything about his wife but, for some reason, has ordered not just one but two things she can't eat. You really are the husband of the year, aren't you?"
Curling his fingers tightly around the menu until it tore, Silas was too angered to say anything and simply sat there, marinating in his anger.
He couldn't let Anson know his laughter got to him. Furthermore, getting angry would only prove he really didn't know Ayla couldn't eat those things.
