The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1830

Claire was completely lost.

"Because she's been sneaking out to inhale Finnian White's cooking."

"Rory practically smuggled a takeout box just for her."

Dewitt sounded incredibly bitter, though it was unclear if it was because he missed out on the food.

In reality, Silas's culinary skills were on par with his own—they were both pretty solid at tossing together a massive feast.

But as far as Dewitt was concerned, Mabel trashing Silas's cooking was a direct insult to his own.

Naturally, he had to defend his boy's honor.

"Well, Finnian is practically a master chef," Claire admitted without missing a beat.

But a second later, she flashed Dewitt a sweet smile. "You're pretty great in the kitchen too, Dewitt."

"I stuffed myself into a coma during the holidays."

Mabel finally realized why Dewitt had been throwing daggers at her all night.

The guy was seriously nursing a bruised ego over another man's cooking?

"I know you're mad, Dewitt," Mabel smirked, "but honestly, both of your skills combined couldn't hold a candle to Finnian."

Dewitt shot her an icy glare. "Why don't I just gift-wrap you and drop you at his doorstep?"

Mabel looked absolutely thrilled by the idea!

Claire stared at the ceiling. That's the second woman actively plotting to marry Finnian.

Yara Yarrow hadn't even locked him down yet, and she already had brutal competition.

Mabel's eyes practically sparkled. "God, I wish!"

Rory hadn't managed to make a move despite being right there. Did Mabel really stand a chance?

"You guys need to stop obsessing over one guy," Claire laughed. "Don't we have anyone in our own ranks with decent culinary talent?"

Dewitt immediately brought up his mom. "My mom's a total prodigy. She handles the catering for practically every major event back home."

Whenever she got swamped, she hauled her brother's family in for backup.

His grandfather had run the catering gig back in the day anyway.

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