Chapter 106


    Since Isabe refused Seth’s “kind offer,” she was promptly kicked out of the


    office. His actions were the epitome of killing the donkey the moment it was


    released from the millstone.


    As soon as she exited the room, she was met with Selena’s/chilling gaze. It


    was as if the woman would want nothing more but to devour her in the next


    second. Isabe ignored her with practiced ease as she entered the elevator


    and went to the ground floor.


    The car exhibition was just around the corner. So, she had to stick to her


    routine work. She texted Gordon, asking if he had time that day. Then, Gordon


    called her back. Not only did he agree to participate in the exhibition, but he


    also invited Isabe to have dinner together. Since Isabe’s mind was


    upied with the uing events the next day, she didn’t have the energy


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    Chapter 106 It’s Not Like You Are Making Food for


    to deal with Gordon. Thus, she declined his offer, telling him she had a busy


    schedule and suggested they meet another time. Although Gordon was


    disappointed, he didn’t press further and agreed to meet after the exhibition.


    Isabe returned to the office after ending the call. As it was close to the end


    of the workday, most people were cking off. Only Abigail flitted around like


    a busy bee around Jonas. Isabe pretended to make a call as she bided her


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    time until Abigail left. Once the office was nearly empty, she discreetly


    checked Abigail’sputer, logging into the email to confirm the


    anonymous reply. Just as she expected, there was an email questioning her


    identity. After she confirmed her identity, the person instructed her to bring all


    financial reports to a hotel at 7.00PM tomorrow.


    Now that everything was settled, Isabe couldn’t help but fiddle her fingers


    together, allowing all the dark monsters hidden deep within her mind to


    and sent the hotel room number to Louis.


    She didn’t n to ruin Lara’s innocence. Nevertheless, she definitely wanted


    to teach her an unforgettable lesson.


    This particr night was hard to endure as a significant event urred the


    next day. Isabe found herself struggling to sleep until 2.00AM.


    The following day, the butler from the Shaffer Family, Mr. Ben, called again.


    “Miss Symons, you don’t have to bother with lunch today.


    Isabe was brushing her teeth and stopped in surprise. “Oh, okay. I’II…”


    “Do you have time to cook lunch for Mr. Shaffer?” he asked.


    Isabe stared at the mirror and blinked. “What?”


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    Mr. Benughed and praised Isabe. To make matters even weirder, he was


    genuinely sincere as he said, “I heard from the bodyguards that your decisive


    n went perfectly. Mr. Shaffer enjoyed the lunch quite a lot.”


    Isabe was puzzled, and her lips started twitching. “So, should I continue to


    make instant noodles for him today?”


    The butler immediately refused. “Although instant noodles are delicious,


    they’re not healthy. You can buy some ingredients and prepare a meal for


    him.”


    She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to m her head against the


    mirror. Then, she calmly spat out the foam in her mouth and said, “My


    cooking skills are terrible.”


    He replied, “You can use this opportunity to learn.”


    Isabe stared nkly at the ceiling, feeling utterly lost for words. She wanted


    to tell the butler that her cooking might send Seth to the hospital. By the time


    that happened, they would be collecting his body from the morgue and


    tossing her into the ocean for murdering their employer.


    Just as she was thinking of a way to decline, Mr. Ben was about to end the


    conversation, saying. “Thank you for your help. I feel reassured leaving Mr.


    Shaffer’s lunch in your hands.” Then, he hung up the phone after saying those


    parting words.


    Isabe was dumbfounded as she stared at her dimmed phone screen,


    utterly aghast. What did she just agree to? To cook lunch for Seth?!


    “Isabe, are you crazy?!” she yelled at herself in the mirror and grabbed her


    hair in frustration. She was so angry that she wanted to strangle herself with


    her hair.


    It was already a nerve-wracking day. Yet, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy the


    one thing she still had in life. Food. She wouldn’t be able to enjoy her lunch


    from now on.


    She packed her things and went to the office, utterly uninterested in doing


    any work. After she clocked in, she made up an excuse to meet a client and


    skipped work to go to the supermarket.


    When she had just graduated, she had homecooked meals for a while.


    Unfortunately, they were simple dishes that definitely wouldn’t satisfy Seth.


    Eventually, she didn’t know what to do and could only call Natasha for help.


    “Are you two ying a drama? Is this the part where it’s the climax of a


    romantic plot?” Natasha chuckled upon hearing Isabe’s dilemma.


    A resigned Isabe sighed. “Who knows what’s wrong with the butler? He


    insists on throwing this mess to me.”


    Natasha clicked her tongue and suggested, “Just buy some ingredients and


    order takeout. When Seth isn’t paying attention, you can te the food and


    serve it as your own.”


    Isabe had considered this, but she was worried that Seth would notice


    something amiss. “I still owe him about six hundred thousand…”


    “Do you think hecks this amount of money?” Natasha teased, “Darling, are


    you not seeing this clearly? He’s not interested in the food. He’s interested in


    you.”


    Isabe blushed as she stood hesitantly by the vegetable section. Her heart


    was beating rapidly.


    While Natasha continued to joke around, she asked, “Why don’t you give in to


    him? If Seth is satisfied, he might just let you off.”


    Isabe stopped in her tracks, and the excitement about picking vegetables


    disappeared. The nervousness that had been building up disappeared after


    hearing Natasha’s words.


    Natasha continued, “It’s not like you’re cooking for your boyfriend. So, it


    doesn’t matter whether it’ll taste good. If it doesn’t, then it’s on him. Why are


    you so nervous about this?”


    “Natasha, if you don’t want to open a bar, you could consider bing a


    breakup master.” Isabe felt enlightened as she tossed a few tomatoes into


    her bag and went to weigh them.


    After hearing Isabe joke around, Natasha knew that the woman had


    figured things out. Thus, they chatted about other things, lightening the mood


    of the conversation.