Chapter 118


    Though not plenty, his fame made a single gig worth hundreds of thousands.


    Phillip actually asked August to prepare afternoon tea for an unruly girl?


    Phillip was way too into her, wasn’t he?


    Seeing Serena’s face contort with anger, Erik couldn’t help but say, “Miss Serena, don’t sweat the


    small stuff. All love stories start out like this. Gradually, the affection will wane, and there will be more


    friction between the two.”


    Serena clenched her fists. She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Now Romeo wasn’t interested in


    her, and Phillip kept his distance.


    Arabe returned to her office, looking at the dozens of afternoon tea bags on the coffee table with a


    headache.


    Even if she were to eat them for dinner, she wouldn’t be able to finish them all.


    Dean walked in to report on his work, drooling at the sight of all the food.


    “Ms. Bet, you’re really livingrge, huh? You actually bought all these afternoon teas. Can you


    even finish them?”


    “Just grab whatever you want.” Arabe wasn’t fond of afternoon tea, so she’d rather share than waste


    it.


    “Ms. Bet, do you really mean I can take whatever I want? These are handmade afternoon teas by


    August and Benson.” Dean was almost dropping his jaw. Arabe raised her eyebrow, as if asking,


    Who were August and Benson?


    “Ms. Bet, you really don’t know who they are?”


    Dean’s eyes widened, and he swallowed. “August is a top French pastry chef, and Benson is a big shot


    in the pastry world.”


    Arabe, who had never heard of them, raised her eyebrow in question: “Pricey?”


    “Ms. Bet, aren’t these the afternoon teas you ordered? It just shows that the person who ordered


    these for you values and likes you very much.” “Oh?”


    “August has retired. To have him make an afternoon tea is no longer just about money. And Benson,


    months, pulling all the strings she had, before Benson made it for her once. These teas of yours should


    be worth at least hundreds of thousands, right?”


    Arabe was shocked.


    Hundreds of thousands?


    That expensive?


    “Ms. Bet, don’t you doubt it? With their fame, their pastries are worth this price.”


    Looking at the quantity and the fine craftsmanship.


    Just pick whatever you want.” Arabe leanedzily on the couch, her tone casual as if it were just


    regr afternoon tea in front of her, making no difference to her.


    “Well, then I won’t be shy, okay?” Although Dean picked a few, they were all moremon ones. He


    didn’t dare touch any of the expensive ones. N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    After a while, Molly came to ask about the design drafts, and Arabe let her take some too.


    She took a bite of the remaining ones, just as Dean’s voice came from outside.


    “Mr. Oscar, you really can’t go in. Let me confirm with Ms. Bet first that, getting mad at me won’t


    solve anything Even if you rush in, you’ll still be kicked out in the end Why bother?”


    “Let him in.” Arabe saidzily.


    Oscar immediately pushed the door in. Seeing Arabe lounging on the sofa enjoying her afternoon


    tea, he smiled and said, “Ms. Bet, we may have some misunderstandings. Do you have time now?


    Can we talk?”


    “Sorry.” Arabe leisurely took a bite of the dessert and said, “I don’t have time.”


    “If there’s anything you’re not happy with, please let me know; I will definitely correct it.” Oscar smiled


    and said, “Regarding the matter of my rtive, can we put it to rest?”


    Arabe stopped eating her dessert, raising an eyebrow and said, “He let his employees consume


    those health–damaging additives for a year. If you were the victim, would you forgive him easily?”