Before Amelia asked the question, L hadn''t noticed anything odd, but she realized something was off once it was brought up.


    As the head of the Morgan Group''s business empire, Kieran should have been wielding power in the corporate world. Instead, he was cooking dinner for them.


    "Mr. Morgan is cooking for us? I swear, if I told anyone, they wouldn''t believe it." Amelia marveled.


    The others had nearly the same reaction. Vince looked toward the kitchen, then nced down at his own hands.


    L paused momentarily and said, "You guys have fun for a bit. I''ll go see if I can help with anything."


    She didn''t know how to cook, but washing and chopping vegetables shouldn''t be too difficult.


    When she approached, Kieran nced up at her. He had taken off his coat but still wore his white shirt and suit pants, looking less like someone cooking and more like someonemanding the world in his own domain.


    "Why aren''t you with your friends?"


    Upon hearing him, L stepped further into the kitchen. "I came to help."


    She noticed him raise an eyebrow and quickly pointed to a potato on the cutting board. "Should I slice it or cube it?"


    He didn''t refuse. He handed her a small apron and naturally tied it around her waist. "I''ll leave it to you, Chef L. Can you slice it for a scalloped potato dish?"


    His low, pleasant voice swirled in her ears, distracting her and making her thoughts spin.


    She nodded confidently, took the knife, and thought it would be simple. However, no matter how she sliced, the pieces turned out uneven.


    Looking at the thick and thin potato slices, she felt a bit guilty. While Kieran wasn''t paying attention, she picked out the thicker pieces and carefully sliced them in half, then divided them into quarters when it didn''t feel right.


    He turned back to nce at her, his voice carrying a smile. "They''re all so thick. Are you nning to make stone pirs out of them?"


    Just a simple joke made L''s ears turn red.


    "I-I''ll just cut them up some more." Then, she muttered, "Geez, what''s with the exaggeration about stone pirs?"


    Her words triggered another lightugh, which swirled around her like a breeze. This time, her face turnedpletely red.


    Kieran took the knife from her hand. His fingers, which were still damp, brushed against hers, making ker almost pulkher hand back ino surprise


    Sheposed herself. "You try then."


    She was curious to see just how much better he was at this. To her surprise, he


    had evenly sliced the potatoes in just a few quick moves.


    L was stunned. She had to admit that he had some skills. She couldn''t slice potatoes, but surely she could wash vegetables, right?


    Suddenly, Kieran''s phone rang. He spoke gently. "L, could you help me with this?"


    His phone was in his pocket, and with both of his hands wet, it was difficult for him to grab it.


    "Okay." She quickly agreed, but something felt off as she reached for it.


    "It''s on the left," he said in his usual maic voice.


    She quickly grabbed it, but her nervousness betrayed her in her rushed tone. "What''s the password?"


    Kieran nced at her, noticing the message that had popped up. "It''s nothing important. I''ll check itter.


    "Go back to your friends. I''ll finish up here in no time."


    Seeing that she could only be in the


    way, she nodded and left the kitchen. As soon as she walked out, Kieran''s expression turned cold. The warm kitchen atmosphere disappeared, reced by a sudden chill.  ?wnovel


    The message was from Cole. He hadn''t read it clearly but saw that Vivian had been sent abroad.


    He had also seen the confrontation between L and Pierre from the surveince footage earlier that morning. By noon, he had already pressured the Locke family and Bolton Group.