Chapter 116
Billionaire’s Missing Darling
Cynthia had perfected this move of retreating in order to advance.
Not only did she lower her head in front of Daniel and act pitifully to make him feel guilty towards her, but she also created an image of herself being infatuated and forbearing in front of everyone.
As the successor of the Smith Cuisine Hall, she must master excellent culinary skills, but her character, image, and conduct were also of great importance.
As expected, seeing Cynthia like this, some customers, who were anxious for justice, soon could not stand it anymore and criticized Daniel.
âAre you still a man? How could you treat Chef Brown coldly without forethought? Do you know that it was the woman beside you who started it? She was the one who bullied Chef Brown!â
The man was filled with righteous indignation. As he was a small business owner, not at the level of Daniel, he did not know Daniel at all.
When Cynthia heard this, a trace of smugness flashed across her eyes. She lowered her head, pretended she was hurt, and was about to dissuade the man. âThereâs no need to say anything. Itâs all my fault. I made Ms.Taylor dissatisfied. Iâm not good enough at cooking.â
As she spoke, she smiled sadly. It seemed like she was selfâdeprecating and helpless at the same time. âI didnât expect that anyone could actually insult me although I have learned how to cook for 20 years. My hands. were covered in scars and all nights were spent learning culinary skills. and I won many competition gold awards.âShe muttered in a low voice, After she finished speaking, her body trembled slightly as if she could not take it anymore.
In this spacious and antiqueâlooking hall where she stood, her figure looked so slender as if she was a delicate and weak flower that couldnât withstand the violent wind, which made people pity her.
Finally, no one on the spot could stand it anymore.
âMr. Sullivan, you have to be reasonable. Everyone here knows whoâs right and whoâs wrong. You canât bully Chef Brown just because of your status and her feelings for you!â An old man frowned as he said.
âA manâs magnanimousness lies in his open mind and clear distinction between right and wrong. We donât have the right to judge who you like and we wonât care. But if you donât know whatâs good for you and take advantage of Chef Brownâs feelings for you to bully her, such a weak woman, we definitely wonât tolerate it, even if weâre weak and canât compare to the Sullivan family!â
From the beginning until now, Olivia had been sitting on the chair leisurely. No matter how everyone discussed and slandered Daniel, she didnât react. It was only when she heard the old manâs words that she slowly looked up.
Her clear and light gaze sized up everyone and then she chuckled. Hearing her laughter, everyone was stunned and furious. This woman was really arrogant. At a time like this, she still dared to laugh. She really did not take everyone seriously.
The old man was even more determined and he directly questioned. âWhat are you laughing at?â
Olivia casually placed her left arm on the table and her right elbow on the tabletop. Her fingers casually pointed at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Her voice was faint, which seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be stating the truth.
âAre you bullying me because you have the advantage in numbers? I didnât do anything from the very beginning. I only said a few words. Donât tell me that I donât even have the right to judge the dishes as a customer! Or are you bullying people overbearingly and you donât allow others to have different opinions? Donât allow others to say that the dishes are not good? There are cameras here. They record it very clearly.â As she spoke, her gaze wandered slowly and indifferently toward Cynthia.
Feeling Oliviaâs gaze on her, Cynthia felt a chill in her heart for some reason. She suddenly had a bad feeling and wanted to stop Olivia from speaking.
However, before she could stop her, Olivia had already started. âThe top chefs did not stop the diners from judging the food. They even humbly asked the diners what they were dissatisfied with. I donât know where this Chef Brown came from. She canât stand a single judgment!â
Olivia paused for a short while and then her tone suddenly became sharp. Her aura completely changed, as if a thousand pounds were pressing down and a storm was coming.
She glanced at everyone coldly. âEveryone here prides themselves on Mishing Daching being righteous and is anxious to stand up for justice when I only judged the soup and not the person. I didnât even say anything overboard, nor did I slander Chef Brown herself. But you directly attacked me, slandered me, maliciously speculated about me, and even distorted the truth. What a strong and unyielding righteous person!â She said in a disdainful tone. These words were like a downpour, instantly waking everyone up. Whether it was the old man or the man who spoke first, all of them.
blushed and were extremely embarrassed. After all, Olivia had only said This soup is not good, while they, who prided themselves on being righteous, had spouted all kinds of dirty words and even said that Olivia and dogs were not allowed to enter.
How ridiculous!
Most of them were rational and immediately reflected on themselves when they heard what Olivia had said.
However, some stubborn people refused to admit it.
âWhat right do you have to say that the soup made by Chef Brown is not good?â They questioned and asked Olivia.
Olivia was puzzled, her long and narrow phoenixâstyle eyes widening in confusion, her pupils clear like a clear spring.
She was very puzzled. âThis soup is not good itself.â The heat was too high and one of the ingredients had been added too late. Besides, there was a little too much salt⦠It was simply contradictory everywhere. Couldnât they tell?
The interrogator seemed to have caught Olivia in the act and laughed proudly. âLook, you admit it, right? You deliberately found trouble with Chef Brown. Youâre just a bad person who bullied her. Chef Brown was the winner of the golden award in the last National Chef Competition. Seared salmon with herbed couscous is the signature dish of the Smith Cuisine Hall. Everyone who has tasted it liked it.
Moreover, this soup is good for health. You said that the soup is bad for no reason, and you still dare to say that itâs not slander!â
Upon hearing this, Olivia was even more baffled. She frowned as if she was surprised. âThis soup is indeed not good. Canât you tell?â
The interrogator sneered. âWhich part did it taste not good? I think youâre making trouble on purpose!â
Cynthiaâs expression was also unchanged. Although she wanted to show weakness in front of Daniel, it did not mean that she could tolerate others criticizing her culinary skills.
She learned how to cook when she was a child and was her masterâs proudest disciple. She was also the future successor of the Smith Cuisine Hall What right did Olivia have to say that her soup was not good?
At this point, she was already furious. She didnât care about Daniel that much. She only wanted to make things clear with Olivia.
She took a step forward and looked at Olivia with a serious expression. âItâs not that I didnât accept the criticism. Indeed, my culinary skills canât compare to my Masterâs, but that doesnât mean that anyone can humiliate me and criticize me!â
Cynthia looked cold, and her tone was firm. She completely put away her pretense of being delicate and weak and looked straight at Olivia. She just wanted to defend herself.
If you really think the soup is not good, then point it out, so that Iâll be convinced As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd cheered. Everyone was impressed by her boldness and felt that this was the style of a famous chef. She was neither servile nor overbearing. She was totally upright in her temperament.
She faced up to the criticism but at the same time deserved praise.