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I even owned a series of foundations that donated to the less privileged and elderly, but in Theresa's case, things seemed to be a bit different. I didn't even have the feeling for her because of how my first encounter with her so went. It was just this feeling you had when you met someone and right from the start, you disliked the person. There was no form of introduction after that weird meeting. We were invited to the dining table where we were served a series of English meals. My meal remained untouched while Gina still had her headphones on. Adrian couldn't help throwing daggers at Gina as she made various exclamations as she watched her show like fuck! bitch! you piece of shit!

Oh, they were an entire 52-episode Korean drama—packed with slow burns, heart-racing tension, and jaw-dropping plot twists! “Charlie Blondie King?” Taylor gave Charlie the ‘eyes on me’ sign and said, “Let’s clean up.” “Yep! Let’s clean up,” Charlie echoed, frantically nodding and searching for a rug. It took an hour to get all the water dried out in the entire kitchen. As they were wiping every corner of the place, Charlie explained to Taylor how she made cheesy chicken croquettes and burned the food.

“But, for now, maybe we should focus on not burning down the kitchen with our so-called culinary skills.” “Good point,” Chloe laughed, reaching for another spoonful of their Tteokbokki experiment. “Let’s just hope Franco doesn’t need protection from our cooking!” Chloe, still smiling from their banter, took a deep breath and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “By the way, have you come across Savannah since… you know, the incident at Bentley’s place? And what about Castiel? Has he tried reaching out?”

When he tried to sneak a piece of chicken, I smacked his hand away and nudged him aside to dish up a large portion of the mac and cheese for Martina who already had her plate and fork ready, along with a few honey-glazed wings. Everyone collectively waited on bated breath when she took the first forkful, her eyes falling shut as she took her time to chew and swallow. A soft sound slipped out of her then her eyes sprung open. “Questo è così buono. Assolutamente delizioso!” (This is so good. Absolutely delicious!) Everyone cheered while I smiled happily, cleaning my hands with a kitchen rag. “No wonder Alessio’s so in love. I’d confess my undying feelings too if I was being fed like this on a

Meera’s POV The morning comes with a flurry of clanging utensils, screaming cooks, and scared and nimble waitstaff making their way in and out of the grand kitchen of Alejandro’s penthouse as the charity gala— for lord knows what— commences in full swing out on the expansive terrace and pool area attached to the living space of this outrageously luxurious home. “Girl! One of the waitresses twisted her ankle and spilled champagne on one of the guests! Go clean up after her!” Marta— the head chef of Alejandro’s kitchen pushes a wiping rag in my hands— the sheer quality of the cloth making me wince.

Kevin chuckles, "Alright, your food will be ready in 15 minutes" "Thank you," Kat blushes as she hands him the menu. He takes Chanel's menu and gives Kat a wink before he walks away. "Oh, Dios mijo," Kat groans, "I just embarrassed myself." Chanel laughs, "Now look who's being dramatic" Kat clicks her tongue, "Shut up." Fifteen minutes later, the waiter returns with their food and Chanel quickly eats her breakfast and slowly drinks her coffee, she has 15 minutes left until her interview and she’s growing a little impatient with Kat.

CHAPTER 10: The CEO No one’s POV: Charlotte then smiled and bowed her head. She then looked at Mrs. Lee. “I am Charlotte Takeda, Cullen’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Lee.” She introduced herself. Mrs. Lee offered her hand. “It is nice to meet you. But, I have a request for you, my future daughter in law.” Mrs. Lee said. They shook hands and then after that their orders came in by the waiter who was putting those on their table.

“Good day, Ms. Jordan, I’m Tanya Cullen, the main chef from a three-star Michelin restaurant in France. Today, I’ll be the head chef preparing your breakfast.” “A pleasure to meet you Ms. Jordan, I am Dylan Wood main chef from Ocean Blumenthal. I will be the sous chef, assisting Tanya Cullen.” “Greetings, Ms. Jordan. I’m…” Julian was shocked because they were all well-known chefs that could only be hired at a price of at least six figures. He could not believe that Anthony would spend such an amount on Charmine just to prepare breakfast for her. The words he said earlier toward Charmine—‘no one will treat you good except me’—had turned into nothing but a joke.

Chef Tanya. The Hartley family Chef, she used to be a renowned chef at a certain restaurant but when she learned Gamma Hartley had lost his wife, she quit her job and world travels to work for the Hartleys. Apparently, she was closest with Aeliana’s mom—the late Freya Hartley.

"Thank you Yvette. You make the most delicious food. I've never had the chance to meet you, but you're an amazing chef." She gave me a satisfied grin. "Only the best for the best. I take my leave now, yes?" "Okay, but won't you eat?" "No chica, I eat with my husband." "Oh okay." She waved at me as she went out through the kitchen door and I waved back. I smelled tacos and my stomach grumbled. I ate two and washed my plate. I took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV, but my thoughts kept wandering back to Dahlia. Didn't she know Chelsea had an ulterior motive? But, I wasn't Dahlia's keeper. I wish I was though. I wouldn't let her go near Chelsea.