Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 116

Cynthia had perfected this move of retreating in order to advance.

Not only did she lower her head in front of Daniel and act pitifully to make him feel guilty towards her, but she also created an image of herself being infatuated and forbearing in front of everyone.

As the successor of the Smith Cuisine Hall, she must master excellent culinary skills, but her character, image, and conduct were also of great importance.

As expected, seeing Cynthia like this, some customers, who were anxious for justice, soon could not stand it anymore and criticized Daniel.

“Are you still a man? How could you treat Chef Brown coldly without forethought? Do you know that it was the woman beside you who started it? She was the one who bullied Chef Brown!”

The man was filled with righteous indignation. As he was a small business owner, not at the level of Daniel, he did not know Daniel at all.

When Cynthia heard this, a trace of smugness flashed across her eyes. She lowered her head, pretended she was hurt, and was about to dissuade the man. “There’s no need to say anything. It’s all my fault. I made Ms.Taylor dissatisfied. I’m not good enough at cooking.”

As she spoke, she smiled sadly. It seemed like she was self–deprecating and helpless at the same time. “I didn’t expect that anyone could actually insult me although I have learned how to cook for 20 years. My hands. were covered in scars and all nights were spent learning culinary skills. and I won many competition gold awards.”She muttered in a low voice,

After she finished speaking, her body trembled slightly as if she could not take it anymore.

In this spacious and antique–looking hall where she stood, her figure looked so slender as if she was a delicate and weak flower that couldn’t withstand the violent wind, which made people pity her.

Finally, no one on the spot could stand it anymore.

“Mr. Sullivan, you have to be reasonable. Everyone here knows who’s right and who’s wrong. You can’t bully Chef Brown just because of your status and her feelings for you!” An old man frowned as he said.

right and wrong. We don’t have

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and take advantage of Chef Brown’s feelings for you to bully her, such a weak woman,

beginning until now, Olivia had been sitting on the chair leisurely. No matter how everyone discussed and slandered Daniel, she didn’t react. It

stunned and furious. This woman was really arrogant. At a time like this, she still dared

even more determined and he directly questioned. “What are you

table and her right elbow on the tabletop. Her fingers casually pointed at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Her voice was faint, which seemed to

numbers? I didn’t do anything from the very beginning. I only said a few words. Don’t tell me that I don’t even have the right to judge the dishes as a customer! Or are you bullying people overbearingly and you don’t allow

felt a chill in her heart for some reason. She suddenly had a bad feeling and wanted to stop

“The top chefs did not stop the diners from judging the food. They even humbly asked the diners what they were dissatisfied with. I don’t know

completely changed, as if

“Everyone here

Mishing Daching

Brown herself. But you directly attacked me, slandered me, maliciously speculated about me, and even distorted the truth. What a strong and unyielding righteous person!” She said in a disdainful tone. These words were like a downpour, instantly waking everyone up. Whether

How ridiculous!

them were rational and immediately reflected on themselves when they heard what

some stubborn people refused to

soup made by Chef Brown is not

long and narrow phoenix–style eyes widening in confusion, her pupils

good itself.” The heat was too high and one of the ingredients had been added too late.

the last National Chef Competition. Seared salmon with herbed couscous is the signature dish of the Smith Cuisine Hall. Everyone who has tasted it liked it. Moreover, this soup is good for health. You said that the soup is bad for no reason, and you still dare