Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Michelin Feast

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Xaviera Evans didn’t see Caleb Mamet in the banquet hall. She recalled what the manager had just told her about Caleb heading towards the Coriell family, and snorted coldly.

She heard that the Coriell family had sent Vita Coriell back home and warned those who attended the banquet not to spread rumors. How dare Caleb, that dog, still want to cooperate and communicate with such a family?

Thinking of Caleb’s words in the car today, Xaviera angrily took out her phone and decisively blacklisted Caleb’s number.

Jerk!

After blacklisting him, she curved her mouth to leave but suddenly smelled a tempting scent, like that of a steak… it was so alluring!

Seeing Xaviera not moving, the manager quickly understood, “Miss Xaviera, this is the world-class Wellington steak. If you’re not in a hurry to leave, would you like to try it?”

Xaviera embarrassingly swallowed her saliva.

She wanted to eat it, very much so! The last time she tasted steak was ten years ago! Since her taste buds stopped working, she hadn’t tasted such deliciousness again. But if she wanted to taste the steak, she’d have to go to Caleb…

Her face darkened at the thought.

The manager persisted, “Miss Xaviera, if you want to taste it, let me go to the kitchen and order it for you.”

“No need for the trouble,” Xaviera raised her hand to stop him.

She had already blacklisted Caleb, so asking him for something now would be too embarrassing.

Seeing Xaviera’s determination, the manager didn’t push further and respectfully escorted her to the door. Just then, a young man approached. He greeted the manager who gave him a surprised look before introducing

Xaviera, “Miss Xaviera, this is Mister David Beckman, the disciple of the renowned international chef Mr. Wesson. He has kindly offered to cook a meal for you free of charge. Mr. Beckman seldom offers such opportunities, so don’t miss it.”

Xaviera: ‘

She had heard of Mr. Wesson’s fame, and surely David Beckman’s culinary skills were not far behind. It sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but she had no sense of taste!

No matter how delicious his cooking, she couldn’t taste any of it!

Xaviera wanted to cry but couldn’t, and painfully refused the offer. It would be a waste of the chef’s time and the delicious food to indulge her tasteless palate.

David Beckman didn’t expect her to refuse after he volunteered. He stubbornly insisted on cooking for her. Xaviera, relenting, followed him to the kitchen where he prepared a Michelin Feast. Envious eyes turned towards her as David eagerly awaited her assessment.

Xaviera: ‘

The manager carefully observed her expression, tentatively suggesting, “Miss Xaviera, if you’re not hungry now, you can take these dishes home. I don’t think Mr. Beckman would mind. Of course, it would be great if you could give him some feedback after trying them.”

It could be taken home… Xaviera couldn’t refuse the temptation. She quickly packed up some dishes, took a deep breath, and called a cab home!

In the car, she constantly berated herself for wanting to reconcile with that jerk Caleb just because of a few dishes. It was all too spineless. However, remembering the Michelin Feast, she decided that her self-respect didn’t matter!

Once her sense of taste fully recovered, she would sever her ties with Caleb and never see him again!

“Madam, you’re back?” The butler took her things, “Mr. Mamet hasn’t returned from handling some work at the company yet. Would you like dinner first?” Xaviera replied with a grin, “No need, I’ll wait for him.”

Knowing that Caleb was tied up at work, Xaviera felt relieved. Busy at work, he wouldn’t have time to call her, which meant he wouldn’t discover that she blacklisted him.

Xaviera smirked, silently removing Caleb from the blacklist. She then pretended nothing happened, waiting for him to return from work on the couch.

An hour ago, at the Mamet Corporation.

Caleb called Xaviera again, and it was still showing as a call in progress. He frowned, who was Xaviera talking to on the phone? Was it really necessary to chat for so long? No matter how many times he tried calling her, it was always busy.. Caleb couldn’t help but ask in a rage, “Why is it every time I call someone, they’re always in the middle of another phone call? Do girls really talk for that long on the phone?”