Contrary to his net worth of several hundred million USD, John Mara just looked like a frail, plainly dressed old man.
A bottle of soda water sat in front of him, while opposite him was a bottle of fine Cabernet Sauvignon.
"I'm sorry, I've been fighting cancer recently," he said with a gentle smile, the wrinkles on his face crinkling together. "The doctor told me I can't drink alcohol or eat red meat."
The waiter pulled out a chair for Li Wei.
"But this is a steakhouse, isn't it?" Li Wei said, sitting down opposite him. "Since you can't eat red meat..."
"Because the steak here is genuinely good," Mara said with a smile. "And I like the ambiance."
"For the past thirty years, I've come to this steakhouse to eat almost every single month. The head chef of this branch, Jeff, is my favorite," he said, raising his glass of soda water. "You have to try their ribeye. It's really good."
