Rob Li Private Chef Novels & Stories

Caterina replied and hung up almost immediately. AT NIGHT Roberto sat at his very huge dining table, different delicacies were in front of him and he was the only one seated. He started feasting and he started with his favorite Bice Taglioni Pasta with lobster and Truffles. He cut some of the lobster with his cutlery and put it in his mouth. He shut his eyes and exhaled, the taste always got him every time. He kept eating, and then remembered he got a dog. He raised his hand and one of his men moved closer to him all of a sudden.

She rushed to him but before she could speak anything the man started speaking. "Oh! Hello there! You must be Mrs. Williams." "Uh, Hi, yeah, may I know who you are? " "Oh yes! I am Gabriel, the chef" he said smiling proudly. But Lily wore a confused look. "Mr.Williams didn't tell you anything about me?" he wore a disappointed look. "Uh.. no, I'm sorry-" "I am his personal chef ever since he was a child" "I'm so sorry I didn't know about you"

Looking concerned, Lucy said, "I don't know his name or profession. Why don't we head to an internet cafe and see if we can find anything about him online?" Noah said, "Okay, I'll bring you there." They went to an internet cafe nearby and turned the computer on. Lucy uploaded Tobias' photo online through a facial recognition app. After a while, a bunch of news popped up. Tobias Ripley was the CEO of Ripley Group. He was 30 years old and married. Noah watched curiously from the side. "Wow! Your husband is an entrepreneur, Ms. Everhart. How could he be a conman?"

"Is it just me, or are you two literally living in the exact same shoes right now?" ​Leo burst out laughing, clapping his hands. "Oh my god, he's right! Dom, your ex-girlfriend literally cheated on you with a fifty-six-year-old man who happened to be your family's personal home chef!" ​"Shut up, Leo," I growled, my cheeks warming up as I shot them a glare, though a reluctant smile tugged at my mouth. ​"Hey, the chef had a Michelin star, bro, you couldn't compete with the culinary arts!" Jax cackled, ducking as I threw a dish towel straight at his face.

She was silently questioning his intentions. Lincoln explained, "Mr. Liam knew you liked this dish made by the chef. When he learned you were coming today, he woke up the chef in the middle of the night to prepare it. Feel it, the stew is still warm!" The chef hired by the Kane family was none other than Robert Owens. He was one of Zanteles' top ten renowned chefs. His dishes perfectly suited Lana's taste, especially the seafood chowder made with high-quality ingredients. The resulting chowder was thick, flavorful, and aromatic. Lana could easily devour multiple bowls of it at a time.

Lion asks as we’re walking to our table, “You smell… I mean, you look upset all of a sudden.” “I’m really glad we’re going to do this,” I admit in a whisper, looking up at him, “Let’s order everything in the menu, starting with the most expensive shit we can find.” “That’s my girl,” he lets out, squeezing the fuck out of my hand, “I’m craving lobster.” “And caviar,” I add, because FUCK RICH PEOPLE. I’m going to enjoy eating here for free, unlike them. They might have money, but I have a pro dine-and-dasher. I win today.

Cornell gave him a side-facing response and remained there to hear his question. “Who is Chris? Does your mother really care for him!??” Liam asked while maintaining a relaxed demeanor in front of Cornell, but his throat was itching with welled-up jealousy. “Yes, because every time he came to visit us, he would cook for my mother and spoil her a lot,” Cornell responded, but Liam interrupted him before he could continue. "He must have forced you to eat the worst food ever.!!” “No, I did not say that. Instead, I must say that he is an excellent chef,”

So we can narrow our search down to the year it happened and I believe we would find something worth the stress," I replied, laying my thoughts bare for their scrutiny. "That sounds fair enough," he said without further complaint. “Good,'' I replied, before writing it down on the notepad as step two. “So, do you guys remember anything at all from the conversation with Mrs Maria?“ I asked them again. I couldn't do this without their cooperation and I needed the three of them to input their ideas. “She did mention something about Liam having his restaurant now," Calvin said. “Yeah, I'm surprised he does when he was just a pastry chef. It's not like he could prepare another kind of meal that do

she declared and swooned. “You have started with your unending praises, Liyana,” Sofia smiled. “How I wish people comment on my food the way you do.” “Who says they don’t?” Liyana asked, moving close to her. “When I was entering the hotel, I heard one woman telling her husband that they should be coming here more often. When the husband asked why. Do you know what the woman said?” Liyana asked, placing her hand on Sofia’s shoulder. Sofia shook her head. “Their food taste so delicious, I don’t mind coming here all weekend. Who is behind the delicious meals?--- Sofia Naqvi, AKA, world best chef,” Liyana praised blissfully and they both laughed. At that moment, they began hearing noises. They s

"Tell me what you know." "The chef being accused is someone I brought onto the team. I can't stress enough that she isn't guilty. We're quite close, and I know her character. It simply isn't something she's capable of." "Who are you talking about?" Liam asked a third time with increasing intensity. I glanced up at him. He wanted to know so he could capture the chef and interrogate them. Felix turned to Liam and said, "It's Chef– "That's it. Out." I pointed for Liam to leave. His eyes glittered as he set his jaw. Begrudgingly, he walked to the door, but when he caught sight of my irises, he ran away like a scared puppy.