While he was shouting and cursing her, Maria was quietly searching for Kopi Luwak on her phone. When she found it, she turned the screen for Bill to see for himself.

The pictures disgusted Bill and made him want to throw up.

In one of the images, a coffee bean picker was rummaging through heaps of excrement deposited by civets with a professional tool in search of coffee beans.

Bill almost emptied his bowels after seeing this, but he managed to hold back and swallowed the bile that had already gotten to his throat.

He was so angry that he didn't even know how to express it, especially since they were in public.

He glared at Maria, wondering if he should hate her for telling him this, or if he should hate the friend who recommended the coffee to him in the first place. With a sigh, he shouted, "Waiter, get me a different cup of coffee... No, not coffee. I would like some tea instead."

The waiter stood there for another second in confusion before he turned and went to get Bill what he wanted.

“Maria, let me be straight with you," Bill said when the waiter went away. He had almost forgotten why he had asked to see her.

“We both know that when a daughter gets married, she is separated from her original family. It's true that you still have a year before you eventually marry Anthony, but know that you are already living with him, you're practically a member of the Wilson family. What I'm trying to say here is that, you should stay away from your parents, and you shouldn't even allow yourself to think that you can still get anything from them."

Bill didn't care if the Jenkins and the Smith families were wealthy enough to actually provide for her. To him, she couldn’t have any share of their wealth.

Having made himself clear, he waited for Maria to promise never to contact anyone from the Smith family, especially Mathias and Julie.

“Waitress!"

Maria ignored Bill and called the waitress nearby.

She was a little thirsty and hadn't had anything to drink yet.

“Yes, how can I help you?" the waitress asked with a polite smile when she came to their table.

“A cup of Jamaica Blue Mountain with a cube of sugar, please.” Maria passed her order as though it was something that she did everyday.

The only thing that stopped Bill from dropping his mouth open was his pride.

Jamaica Blue Mountain?

That was one of the best and most expensive coffees in the world. It was even more costly than the damned Luwak Coffee he was drinking just now. Or as Maria said, Civet Coffee.

Blue Mountain Coffee was freshly ground by a professional barista, and it was up to 50@ dollars per cup!