Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

“About Logan, his cooking is just okay. But his mentor, Frank Cohen, can cook something special. Yvette stretched, relishing the post-meal laziness.

Zeke’s face blushed with endbarrassment. How could a country girl know so much? How did she even hear about Logan’ And who in the world is this Frank? I’ve never come across that name before. But Logan is a big deal in Frixyia. The only time he got invited to cook in Clusia was for a dinner hosted by the Lewis family!

Rumor had it that Logan wouldn’t cook for anyone unless someone nicknamed Evie had eaten his cooking once more. He even turned down requests from the Frixyia royal family. As for who this Evie was, nobody really knew.

Nellie and the others were just as shocked. Listening to Yvette’s tone, they couldn’t help but wonder, “Has she actually tried. Mr. Brown’s dishes? No way! Absolutely! She must be bragging

Nellie asked cautiously, “Yvette, how do you know so much about him? Have you tried his food?”

“Well, no” Yvette yawned lazily. She had eaten Logan’s food, but only twice. However, she’d enjoyed Frank’s cooking for three years while she was in Murphia, struggling with anorexia. Braydon Goodman had invited Frank over-more like kidnapped ham-from Epea. Yvette suspected if that old man didn’t have any professional ethics, he might have poisoned her out of spate.

Hearing her denial. Nellie felt a bit relieved. She pressed on, “So why do you say Mr. Brown’s cooking isn’t good? You’re just messing with us, right? And who’s this Frank? We’ve never even heard of him.”

out of the loop?”

Nellie’s confidence was fading.

“Come on, you’re

just black truffles. If you want them, just tell the kitchen

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unfolded. As Winona headed upstairs, she intended to push Yvette. But just as she was about to act, Yvette suddenly

and ended up kneeling on the staircase, her knee crashing painfully against

Winona felt tears welling up. She had

smirked and continued upstairs, completely ignoring Winona’s dramatic wailing behind

for Yvette to stay on the second floor, while Winona’s room was the third door

cheap pink curtains and stuffed animals. The clothes in the closet were even