Henrick cast Arielle a reassuring look before he regarded his own mother. “You’re unwell, Mom, and that’s why your appetite is poor. Regardless, you should at least try to have some…”

Through Henrick’s persuasion, Malorie managed to consume a few but completely lost her enthusiasm by the fourth piece. “Enough. I’m done eating.”

With a sigh, Henrick motioned for Arielle to leave with his hand, and the latter vocalized her acknowledgment before she turned to head out.

No one noticed the sly curl upon her lips.

Of course it’s awful.

She had a reason to make it tasty while they were out in the countryside. Now that the situation did not call for it, why would she put in the effort at all?

It was not as if she was here to be Malorie’s personal cook!

Henrick, though, was not going to suspect foul play because how would it have occurred to him that a dutiful and filial daughter like her could harbor such deviousness?

Apart from Vinson, she had no desire to spend the rest of her life making ravioli for anyone else as far as she was concerned.

when she became

on her. She shook her head and cast them out before

she had ascertained that Henrick was her enemy, there was no reason to delay things further, and being tired of pretending to

a sales office in the

exclusively in premium luxury real estate and also where all relevant transactions

that seemed fitting for him

Jordan hence strode inside

immediately impressed upon the sales manager there that these

was a polyglot who promptly addressed them in fluent Chanaean when he

some property?

but in truth, he was carefully scrutinizing his

scion with his hands stuck inside his own pockets. “What do you have

certainly got Charles’ undivided

front of a scaled architectural model where he enthused, “Here’s a building

stopped the sales manager, catching the latter

not interested

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