Chapter 110


    Arabe lifted her gaze, looking at the man before her with a nk expression and a small smile


    ying on her lips. “I heard the cafeteria manager is your rtive?”


    Oscar blinked, letting out a sarcasticugh. “Does Ms. Bet have a problem with me? Are you


    looking to pick a fight with my family?”


    Arabe chuckled softly, ncing up at the surveince camera. Just as she suspected, the camera


    had already been switched off.


    “Turn the camera on.” Arabe instructed her assistant.


    “Ms. Bet, what are you trying to do?” Oscar was clearly unhappy with her actions: “If the cameras


    here need to be turned on, it’s not ourpany’s job to do it.” “Ms. Bet, it’s on now.” The assistant


    Dean reported back afterpleting the task, speaking respectfully.


    At this point, the cafeteria manager rushed over, mopping his sweaty forehead. He noticed the young


    girl beside Oscar and couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Oscar, this is?” “Didn’t you get the memo? We’ve got


    a new big shot in thepany, and she’s flexing her muscles right here.” Oscar clearly didn’t think


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    much of the girl in front of him. Manager Dave caught Oscar’s drift but still responded with a smile: “Ms.


    Bet, if you have something to say, spit it out.”


    “There are some meat pies left over from lunch. I just warmed them up, along with some other dishes.


    Dean, please have Mr. Dave and Mr. Oscar taste them,” “Sure thing.” Dean immediately set about


    preparing the food.


    Oscar and Dave exchanged nces, clueless about her intentions.


    “Ms. Bet, if you’re trying to get us to taste the food to improve it,”


    Before Dave could finish, Arabe cut him off with a terse, “Please.”


    The food was promptlyid out before them.


    Dave didn’t refuse, picking up a piece of the meat pie and taking a bite. “Tastes good.”


    Oscar didn’t touch his cutlery; he looked impatiently at the girl before him and said, “If Ms. Bet is


    inviting us to lunch, you really shouldn’t have; I’m full already.” “Is Mr. Oscar full, or are you too scared


    to eat?”


    Arabe’s words made everyone present tense, and the employees who were sneakily watching the


    showdown started to feel uneasy.


    “What do you mean by that, Ms. Bet?” Oscar asked irritably.


    Dave hastily interjected, “This was freshly made by the chefs at lunchtime, right?”


    The two chefs nodded vigorously, though their eyes betrayed their anxiety and fear.


    “I didn’t say it wasn’t freshly made.” Arabe smirked coldly. “I’m just curious about the filling. What’s it


    made of?”


    “The filling.” Dave paused beforeughing. “Ms. Bet, you’re quite the joker! Of course, the filling is


    fresh pork bought from the market by our chefs, minced, and made into pies.”


    “Are you referring to the minced ‘meat‘ made from soy protein chunks chopped up and mixed with


    tapioca starch, a series of food additives, and pork essence? And the spring onions inside, reced by


    spring onion oil? Am I right?“”


    Everyone was gobsmacked. What? The meat pies they had for lunch didn’t have any meat, and they


    were all food additives?.


    They all felt like throwing up.


    “Ms. Bet, you can’t just make wild usations because you–are young. Do you have any evidence


    for what you’re saying? If not, you’re ndering our cafeteria.” Though Dave said this, his eyes were


    clearly shifty, and even Oscar couldn’t hide his expression anymore..


    “Whether the filling in this pie is fresh meat or not, wouldn’t ab test tell us?


    Arabe looked at them, speaking with clear interest: “Mr. Dave, when you were eating that meat pie


    just now, you felt a bit uneasy and scared, didn’t you?”