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Steven stared wide-eyed at Allen as he stuffed more and more food into his mouth. Steven glanced at the butler but he showed no reaction and kept his head up high.

"Don't you think you should slow it down on the food a bit?" Steven questioned, with an irritated undertone.

As Allen tucked into the filet mignon with ferocious relish, Steven sat stiffly in his chair, his eyes fixed on the steak carnage unfolding before him. His expression was one of polished politeness, his smile never wavering, but his thoughts were swirling with repulsion.

The gurgling of Allen's throat as he swallowed was an unholy symphony of crunching, slurping, and smacking that seemed to echo throughout the dining room.

Steven took a sip of wine, using the glass as a shield to hide his revulsion. He tried to focus on the conversation, to maintain his suave billionaire veneer, but every slurp and chomp sent a shiver of disgust coursing through his body.

He glanced furtively at his butler, eyes pleading for some s