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That server took one glimpse at Casper before she snubbed him and then strutted off, cursing her luck
for running into such a classless creep while at work.
The look of revulsion in her eyes was so obvious that even Casper could not pretend to overlook it.
Scum!
Another piece of trash like him! That was what she thought while she got all riled about it.
Casper was flummoxed as to what he did to deserve such blatant antipathy. He felt that the girl may
very well be one knife away from doing him in.
Unable to figure out why he was treated with such hostility, he could only shrug when he watched her
depart and banish all thoughts about the encounter to the back of his mind.
After Elena placed the orders for the items she wanted, she went on to pass the menu along to Casper,
who reviewed her orders with a frown before he quickly rattled off another few more items for himself.
Elena was astonished to hear how many items he ordered. “That’s way too much. What if we can’t
finish them?”
“Let’s dig in first, and try to deal with that later,” Casper replied with a smile as he looked to set her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmind at ease, and Elena went along in spite of her own misgivings.
When the same server from before walked past again and saw how pliant Elena was toward Casper,
not only did her dislike for him grew, her esteem for Elena also diminished altogether.
From her perspective, that loser Casper’s blustering tendencies had a lot to do with Elena’s
unconstrained enabling.
As much as she disliked men like Casper, women who facilitated them like Elena did drive her crazy.
On the other hand, her passive aggressiveness came across as baffling to Casper and Elena. Casper
especially, thought this round of browbeating from that lass to be incomprehensible and baseless.
When the girl went near the duo to serve the dishes, it was as if she was born incapable of wearing a
smile; the frosty, soul-sucking demeanor on her face gave everyone the chills.
One by one, the eclectically styled Chanaean dishes were presented on the table, and they were every
bit as splendid as that of Ustranasion cuisine.
Casper and Elena promptly proceeded to sample the delicious fare from Lingham Hotel carefully, and
both had to admit that the offerings here far surpassed that of Tycoon’s.
All of the ingredients retained their most authentic taste, and to be able to see how the flavors were
realized to their fullest potential was truly satisfying.
It was no easy feat for a hotel of this setup to produce food of this quality, and quite impossible for their
achievement in this respect to remain in ignominy for too long.
The key to that was not the hotel itself, but the exceptional chef working behind the scenes.
Such a feast for the senses which almost enamored a top connoisseur like Casper spoke volumes of it,
but however delectable it was, it could only surprise but not delight Casper as it fell just short of his own
lofty standards.
He wondered if what they had was prepared by that head chef whom they had hired with attractive
remuneration. If it were the case, they should have nothing to worry about.
These dishes which Casper thought were decent enthralled Elena’s taste buds, so much so that her
cutlery and hands were in constant motion of stuffing food into her mouth.
It would seem that there was more to the Lingham Hotel’s ability to establish itself in Horington within
the last two to three years than just having the driving force of Lingham Group behind it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLike they said before, the secret weapon of the Lingham Group, or should it be said the Lingham Hotel,
was the elite talent under their employ.
A hint of smugness glinted across the eyes of the female server as she watched how the duo
thoroughly enjoyed their food, but at the same time, she resumed a deep furrow which intimated her
contemptuousness toward Casper.
How I wish I could throw a plate of food in his face.
She thought.
But she reconsidered, as she opined that the delicacies would go to waste if poured over him.
She even felt that everything about Casper, right down to his clothes, was unfit for the excellent fare
painstakingly prepared by the chef.
As much as she could not bear dumping fine food on this detestable man, she could not stomach the
thought of letting him off so easily.
Truth be told, Casper did not even know her.
During the interval between the tabling of dishes in which wine was to be served, that girl had an idea.
When she came close to Casper with that bottle of red in hand, she suddenly tripped over herself and
fell onto the floor, sending the uncorked bottle in her hand and its contents spilling unerringly onto
Casper while the girl herself got away unscathed.
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