Why Did The Chef Let Margot Go Novels & Stories

She just wanted to disassociate herself from this matter, "Margot asked me to do that. It had nothing to do with me! She..." She sniffed so that her voice could be clearer, "She said that it was because of Elizabeth that she was forced to go abroad. She hated Elizabeth, so she wanted to take revenge on her. I... just accept her money and gifts. The person you should really punish is Margot!" James gritted his teeth and sneered, "Of course, I won't let her go! But you..." He glanced at Genevieve whose face was covered with tears and snot, "You should be punished, too."

He put the rest of the tart in his mouth, savoring it. “Thank you, sir,” I said, smiling at him. Behind him, I could see Margot turning red. I could only guess that it was out of anger or annoyance. She and Beatrice must have left me on purpose after promising Nick they would take care of me. Now, I guessed their plans backfired. “Your parents own a restaurant?” Mr. Maguire asked, taking another tart from the tray. I shook my head. “My mother wanted to be a chef. But she passed away before she could realize her dream.”

Now that he wanted to reclaim his freedom, did he think it was so easy to do so just because he was offering me money? How unoriginal. I lifted my chin and smirked disdainfully. Folding my arms over my chest, I questioned, “Give me a reason to agree, Edmund. I enjoy being Mrs. Grant and have grown fond of the privileges I have as the madam of this affluent family. Why should I give it up for mere crumbs?” Edmund glowered, eyes glinting precariously. “Do not provoke me, Margaret.”

"Enough! This farce ends here. Calling the police for such a small matter—aren’t you embarrassed of yourself?" As they spoke, they escorted Maisie out of the hall. Watching their hurried departure, Margot truly felt what it meant to be abandoned by everyone. She laughed quietly, her body cold, unable to control the trembling that overcame her. In the days that followed, Margot stayed locked in her room, avoiding the outside world, just waiting to be married off as quickly as possible. She had never imagined that one day, the family that had once showered her with boundless affection would become the very place she longed to escape.

“You can’t work at Fusion.” “I told you. I have a contract.” “You have a contract with Mario, not with Fusion or me. I understand that master chefs take on stages. I allow them to arrange that on their own, respecting a talent I don’t possess. You aren’t one of Fusion’s paid employees, however, and as you just witnessed,” he said, wiping off the snifter he’d just washed, “Mario no longer works here.” She stood there, panic gripping her, her thoughts coming a mile a minute. Had she failed so quickly in her plans? Were they so brittle? Was she? Would she be forced to return to the sterile emptiness of her existence in Paris, once again the vanquished fool?

The room burst out laughing, like I'd just told the funniest joke in the world. "Regret? Mrs. Hayes is a millionaire. Who the hell are you?" "You're a hired cook. Just take your punishment." Lily pressed harder. Pain spread through my cheek. She gave me an icy smile. "Regret? I've never regretted anything in my life. I'd love to see you try. You wanted to play the victim and earn my mom's pity, didn't you? I'll cut your face up so badly you won't be able to fake it anymore."

Alice’s charming voice came through the speaker. Without even looking up, Damian answered in a voice as cold as ice, “She’s just a scapegoat. Someone needs to become the Morrety family’s donna, and she can only be a puppet. She doesn’t have a powerful family that can support her, so she can be easily controlled. As for the baby, if she manages to give birth to it, I’ll get rid of the parasite myself.” Alice’s lips curled upward for a moment. Then, she wiped the smile off her face. In fake concern, she asked, “Isn’t that too cruel?”

“Then he started kissing my neck, and… I don’t know why, but at that moment, I regained some strength. Maybe it was the panic—the adrenaline. I pushed him away, not hard, but enough. But I couldn’t speak yet. All I could do was scream.” Margot’s voice grew faint, almost fragile. As if saying the words out loud was exhausting her. “He must’ve thought I was crazy. ‘What is wrong with this one?’ he said. He looked at me with disgust… and then, he left.” I took a deep breath, relieved that she had gotten away. But I couldn’t imagine how much it had cost her. “So… you just went with it?” I asked softly. Margot nodded. “Yes. I acted like a madwoman from then on. To the nurses, to everyone. I becam

Pressing Hollis’ unsuspecting face into her small chest promptly, the native Swedish woman started chatting her children’s ears off emotionally with twinkling, clear grey eyes. “My baby! I’ve missed you so so so much, Hollis. Thank you for bringing her on your way, Dalton! Do you have time to join us for dinner? I made corn and bell pepper chowder with a truffle oil salad. Your father should be home any minute, and he would be so happy to see-” Margot’s expensive French perfume almost made Hollis choke as she went on and on about their plans, squeezing the struggling taller blonde’s head and neck without a care in the world. Luckily, Dalton came to his sister’s rescue just in time.

But as I looked at Letty’s concerned but caring face, I knew that, despite everything, I had done the right thing. “I’m sorry, Letty. But can we just do this at another restaurant except here? I just can’t take the toxic air in here.” I actually asked from Letty since I couldn’t take seeing Leon and his new lover nearby. And it would seem that Letty had understand it right away and not before long when we both left the restaurant. But as I was about to hear out, a strong hand grabbed me to return back only to find that it was Leon. He looked at me intently and as though his voice was a commanding voice that I couldn’t reject, I felt like a submissive one after I heard him told me, “We needed