It was inconceivable!
Freya, who had even perfected the art of plating like it was an art form from a Michelin-starred restaurant.
How could this be?
Could it be that Freya had been holding back secrets?
"Get out, can't you hear me?"
Kieran's gaze grew colder by the second.
Kara shivered under Kieran's stern look, "I... Mr. Sutton..."
"Trying to mimic someone else's success, what's your game?"
"I... I..."
"Do you think dressing up like Freya, trying to win my favor like Ellie, or perhaps you're after something more?"
"No... No..."
Kieran could see Kara's intentions clear as day, and her face grew paler.
"Leave!" Kieran shouted, his expression as dark as thunder.
Panic painted Kara's face as she hurriedly cleared the table of its dishes.
As Kara hurried away, Kieran's thoughts couldn't help but drift to Freya. He had always observed how painstakingly careful Freya was. Back then, he suspected Freya had ulterior motives; he never believed in genuine affection.
All of Freya's actions, he thought, were aimed at benefiting from him.
Even today, his thoughts remained unchanged.
Yet, while tasting Kara's cooking, all he could think of was Freya.
Even though the dishes looked almost exactly like Freya's, something about the taste just wasn't right.
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