Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 147

It was a rare day for anyone to compliment Vernon's cooking, so he eagerly accepted everything Stella handed him.

"You make a great point, Ms. Hawthorne. I dumped a ton of seasoning on earlier, which explains why Rhoda loved it so much. Let me brush on some more sauce."

True to his word, he grabbed the brush and enthusiastically slathered on an obscene amount of sauce. It was almost comical watching the notoriously playboy heir taking his grilling duties so seriously.

Steward, Hammer, and Ian were all too familiar with Vernon's disastrous culinary skills and wouldn't wish his food on their worst enemies.

The three men exchanged meaningful glances, shifting their gaze between Vernon and Stella.

"Is Vernon possessed?"

"Is Stella doing this on purpose?"

"Does she have a vendetta against that girl?"

Only Steward knew exactly why Stella was doing this.

He shot the other two a knowing look before Hammer and Ian dragged him aside to whisper about it. That left Stella at the grill, enthusiastically 'coaching' Vernon on how to make the perfect skewers.

Meanwhile, Una and Rhoda had managed to shoo away the lingering guests nearby and were actively plotting how to humiliate Stella.

Once Vernon finished his masterpiece, he brought the platter over to his sister and Rhoda.

"I made a ton, definitely enough for both of you. Eat up! Don't ever say I don't take care of you. Even my buddies over there don't get this VIP treatment. Have as much as you want."

"Here, Rhoda, this corn is for you. And Una, here's a massive chicken leg for you."

"Thanks, Vernon." Una hadn't eaten any of his food earlier; she had only heard Rhoda's glowing review, so she accepted the chicken leg happily.

"Thank you, Vernon," Rhoda forced out miserably as she took the corn. Only she knew just how insincere those words were.

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