“Waiter!” Marco shouted. “Special steak, lobster, and iced tea for Mom. On the house. I’ll cook it myself.”

From her table, Ma’am Stella turned pale.

Her assistant… in the VIP Room?!

She stood up and rushed in.

“Excuse me! What’s going on here? Nanny! Why did you come in? I told you to stay outside!”

Marco turned to Stella, his gaze cold and sharp.

“Ma’am, do you know her?”

“Yes! That’s my assistant! She’s embarrassing to the customers!”

“Ma’am,” Marco’s voice was loud and clear, “that woman is the reason I’m alive today. When I was hungry and had nothing, she fed me.”

The entire restaurant fell silent.

“Here at Casa D’Oro,” Marco added, “there is no room for the poor. The VIP Room is for people with hearts of gold. Nanay Loring, she deserves it.”

He looked Stella from head to toe.