Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 91

Marguerite and Nancy hid until they saw Joshua’s sports car roar away.

She had made it clear that they were through. Hopefully, he wouldn’t bother her again.

Back in their own car, Nancy fumed. “I can’t believe Joshua is such a disappointment! I’m never watching one of his movies again.”

Marguerite leaned back against the seat and let out a weary sigh. “Let’s just go home.”

An hour later, they pulled up to the villa.

“Bye, Nancy! Drive safe,” Marguerite called, waving as the car pulled away.

Standing at the gate, she decided to ring the doorbell. It was only noon, so George would be at work, but the housekeeper would be home.

Sure enough, the housekeeper opened the door a moment later, his eyes lighting up with surprise. “Ms. Lopez, this is the first time I’ve seen you home so early!”

He’d finally gotten to use his favorite phrase.

Marguerite beamed. “And this is the first time I’ve seen you in the middle of the day.” She usually only saw him in the mornings before he left for the evening.

As she walked through the courtyard, she noticed a gardener digging up a patch of soil.

“Are you planting new flowers?” she asked.

The housekeeper shook his head. “Not flowers. The master wants to plant fruit trees. Apple and pear trees are in season right now.”

Why would a young lady who had never lifted a finger in her life suddenly want to learn to cook? Because she needed to ask George for a favor. The painful lesson from buying the house had taught her that if you want something from someone, you have to show some effort. Despite George’s gentle demeanor, he wasn’t someone who would help just because you asked. And why should he?

She had to make a gesture first. Aaron’s situation was her top priority. Other than cooking a meal for George, she couldn’t think of any other way to show her gratitude. The man wanted for nothing.

The chef glanced at the housekeeper standing behind Marguerite. He’d heard that the master personally cooked for Ms. Lopez every day. The idea of teaching her to cook made him a little nervous.

Marguerite followed the chef’s gaze to the housekeeper and grinned. “Is that okay?”

The housekeeper couldn’t understand the chef’s hesitation. What was there to think about? If Ms. Lopez wanted to burn the kitchen down, they should help her do it.

“Of course, of course! Just tell Louis what you want to learn. He’s a five-star chef, skilled in all kinds of cuisine.”