NovelEnglishChapter 318 "It seems like she's okay with letting her parents do all the hard work but can't handle any herself." Nathalie, having successfully stirred the pot, carried a bowl the size of a basin out of the kitchen. Once Miranda snapped out of her gloomy mood and opened the fridge, she realized it was nearly empty. She wanted to give Nathalie a piece of her mind, but Nathalie had already vanished.
Nathalie waltzed into the dining room with the massive bowl, filling the air with a mouth-watering aroma. Cameron and Greta, seeing the huge bowl of spaghetti, thought Nathalie had decided to be generous and made sfor them too. They walked over, only to watch her set the bowl on the coffee table and, like a magician, whip out a fork and start eating.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGreta was dumbfounded. "Can you really eat all that?" Nathalie shrugged. "Whatever I can't finish, I'll give to the dog." Greta and Cameron immediately lost their appetite. They turned away, avoiding the sight of the spaghetti Nathalie was devouring.
Their stomachs eventually started growling, and that was when Miranda awkwardly emerged with a tray carrying a few plates and bowls. The dishes were bland. She had made overcooked vegetables with a few bowls of plain white rice. "Mom, is this all you made after all that time?" Greta sneered at Miranda's cooking.
Already worn out, Miranda replied, weary-eyed, "If you don't like what I've made, you can cook the next meal yourself." Greta pouted but kept quiet. The meal was dull and uneventful.
Not only were they still hungry, but to make matters worse, Greta ended up with an unexpected bout of diarrhea afterward. She turned to Miranda and said, "Mom, what did you put in the food? Why am I the only one with an upset stomach?" Miranda, feeling wronged, said, "It's probably your delicate stomach. We all ate the sthing and are fine. How is this my fault?" Tears rolled down Greta's face. "My weak stomach... Didn't you makelike this?" Nathalie sat nearby, watching the argument unfold with a sly smile.
Greta finally noticed Nathalie looking a bit too pleased and grew suspicious. "Did you mess with the food?" Nathalie had a look that said. "Yep, it was me. What are you gonna do about it?" "Got any proof? Be careful, or I might sue you for slander." Nathalie's mocking tone convinced Greta that she was definitely behind the prank. It dawned on Greta that Nathalie's return was all about settling scores. A chill ran down her spine.
en Finding the boring, Nathalie got up to leave for her room. Cameron suddenly blocked her path. "Hey, can we talk?" Nathalie looked at him steadily. "Sure, what's up?" "Could you cook for us from now on? I'll pay you," Cameron suggested.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNathalie had to hand it to Cameron for being crafty. If Greta got sick again, he could easily pin it on her. Plus, he clearly saw her as cheap labor..
Still, despite all his plotting, Cameron missed one crucial thing.
Cameron put on his businessman hat and said, "I'll give you the going fate." It was as if he was doing her a favor. Nathalie asked, "How much are you paying me?" Nathalie couldn't help but laugh. Did
Cameron still see her as spoor beggar? Did he get his logię from a gym teacher? Didn't he realize En people's situations can change?
"How about I pay you double the going rate to cook for me, Cameron? What do you say?"
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