Chapter 109


    If something’s up with their rtionship, how can Miss Serena stillugh?


    Can she even be in the mood to go buy afternoon tea?


    “Miss Serena is only eighteen, already so sessful, born with a silver spoon, and her fiancé is pretty


    top–notch.”


    “She’s way better than us in every aspect.”


    “All right, all right, keep your voices down. If someone hears you, it’ll tarnish thepany’s reputation!”


    Arabe walked into the office; the assistant Dean had alreadyid out the food he had brought back


    on a small table.


    Thirteen dishes in total.


    “Ms. Bet, you’re here?” Dean lifted his head and respectfully said, “This is the food prepared for


    lunch


    Arabe looked at the food on the table, picked up the fish soup to smell it, then picked up a dish of


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    corn kernels fried with small sausages to examine it, even separating the sausages with a fork.


    The color and smell of it cooled her gaze a bit.


    “Ms. Bet, is the food still fresh?” Dean sensed Arabe’s dissatisfaction.


    “Let’s go to the cafeteria.”


    Seeing Arabe rushing towards the cafeteria, a few curious employees sneakily followed.


    Arabe arrived at the cafeteria, and a dishwasher was washing dishes. Two chefs were resting in the


    outdoor garden.


    They saw Arabe, not knowing who she was, but seeing Dean following behind, they guessed her


    identity.


    It must be the new CEO who recently made the employees nervous – Ms. Bet.


    “Mr. Dean, is this Ms. Bet?” One of the young chefs extinguished his cigarette on the sole of his


    shoe and asked.


    Seeing Arabe walk into the kitchen, Dean softly exined, “Ms. Bet is just looking around. No


    need to be nervous.”


    When Arabe entered the kitchen, she saw it was dirty and messy. The young chef exined, “We


    haven’t had time to clean up after cooking lunch. Usually, it’s very clean. Last week, government staff


    came for inspection, and we got an A rating.”


    “Call your manager.”


    Hearing Arabe’s icy voice, the young chef was stunned and quickly said, “Our manager is usually not


    here…”


    “Then ask him toe over.” Arabe coldly said, “Immediately.”


    “Yes…” The young chef was intimidated by Arabe’s aura and quickly called the manager.


    Just a few minutes after the call was made, before the manager had even arrived, Oscar showed up.


    “Ms. Bet seems to have much free time, evening to the kitchen.”


    Oscar received the news and rushed over at top speed, seeing Arabe looking at the frozen meat in


    the fridge.


    “Ms. Bet, did you forget? Our cafeteria has been outsourced to a cateringpany outside. Even


    if inspection’s needed, it shouldn’t be done by ourpany’s people.” Oscar said with a smile.


    “From a legal standpoint, thepany is responsible for the outsourced cafeteria. Mr. Oscar, you’re


    getting old, and if you don’t understand thew, it’s okay.”