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.

Arabella 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. Bennett, you’re really living large, huh? You actually bought all these afternoon teas. Can you

even finish them?”

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

it.

“Ms. Bennett, 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. Arabella raised her eyebrow, as if asking,

Who were August and Benson?

“Ms. Bennett, 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.”

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

“Ms. Bennett, 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,

last time an international superstar wanted to taste his afternoon tea, she waited for three whole

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?”

Arabella was shocked.

Hundreds of thousands?

That expensive?

“Ms. Bennett, 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.” Arabella leaned lazily on the couch, her tone casual as if it were just

regular 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 more common ones. He

didn’t dare touch any of the expensive ones.

After a while, Molly came to ask about the design drafts, and Arabella 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. Bennett 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.” Arabella said lazily.

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

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

Can we talk?”

“Sorry.” Arabella 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 relative, can we put it to rest?”

Arabella 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?”