Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 151

"There was a slight issue with the North Borough project. I had him handle it, so he won't be back until tomorrow."

Stella let out a soft "Oh," finally understanding why neither brother had shown up at the Jennings family's banquet that evening.

In a couple of days, she was supposed to help Jason Blackwood with his bet against Weber Harper. No wonder Jason hadn't contacted her—he had been sent away on a business trip.

The two brothers had completely different personalities. Julius was mature, steady, and handled everything flawlessly, while Jason was energetic and playful, though not entirely unreliable.

Since joining the Blackwood family, Stella hadn't witnessed any of the classic sibling rivalries. On the contrary, Jason seemed to want absolutely nothing to do with his older brother's CEO title.

As for the rest of the Blackwood family, she knew very little. So far, the only other member she had met was Uncle Abel, the director of Brighton Hospital.

She hadn't even met Julius's parents yet. Rumor had it their work was highly specialized, and they usually only returned for the holidays, sometimes not even then.

"Julius, I'm starving. Let's go grab a late-night snack, okay?"

"You're hungry right after leaving a birthday banquet? Was there no food there?"

Stella sighed. "Ugh, don't even get me started. It was full of pretentious socialites putting on airs.

They were all eating like little birds pecking at crumbs. I felt too awkward to eat properly, otherwise I'd look like I was wolfing down my food, and they'd just call me a country bumpkin again.

Plus, we could have at least had some decent barbecue, but Vernon Lowell insisted on cooking it himself. The stuff he made was completely inedible, so I only had a tiny pastry to hold me over."

Julius chuckled. "That sounds miserable. Alright, I'll take you out. What are you craving?"

What kind of good food could a rich playboy like Vernon Lowell possibly cook?

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