Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Chapter 63

If something’s up with their relationship, how can Miss Serena still laugh?

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

"Miss Serena is only eighteen, already so successful, 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 the company’s reputation!"

Rosemary walked into the office; the assistant Dean had already laid out the food he had brought back on a small table.

Thirteen dishes in total.

"Ms. Rose, you’re here?" Dean lifted his head and respectfully said, "This is the food prepared for lunch.

Rosemary looked at the food on the table, picked up the fish soup to smell it, then picked up a dish of 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. Rose, is the food still fresh?" Dean sensed Rosemary’s dissatisfaction.

"Let’s go to the cafeteria."

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

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

They saw Rosemary, 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. Rose.

"Mr. Dean, is this Ms. Rose?" One of the young chefs extinguished his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and asked.

Seeing Rosemary walk into the kitchen, Dean softly explained, "Ms. Rose is just looking around. No need to be nervous."

When Rosemary entered the kitchen, she saw it was dirty and messy. The young chef explained, "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 Rosemary’s icy voice, the young chef was stunned and quickly said, "Our manager is usually not here..."

"Then ask him to come over." Rosemary coldly said, "Immediately."

"Yes..." The young chef was intimidated by Rosemary’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. Rose seems to have much free time, even coming to the kitchen."

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

"Ms. Rose, did you forget? Our cafeteria has been outsourced to a catering company outside. Even if inspection’s needed, it shouldn’t be done by our company’s people." Oscar said with a smile.

"From a legal standpoint, the company is responsible for the outsourced cafeteria. Mr. Oscar, you’re getting old, and if you don’t understand the law, it’s okay."

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. Rose 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?"

Rosemary’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. Rose?" 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." Rosemary smirked coldly. "I’m just curious about the filling. What’s it made of?"

"The filling." Dave paused before laughing. "Ms. Rose, 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, replaced 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. Rose, you can’t just make wild accusations because you–are young. Do you have any evidence for what you’re saying? If not, you’re slandering 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 a lab test tell us?"

Rosemary 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?"