Chapter 639

Maeve casually sliced the meat with a knife and fork before pushing it away. "This is too greasy," she remarked with clear disinterest. "Where did you find this chef? How can Mr. Larson tolerate such terrible cooking and poor-quality ingredients? Get it replaced." Julian could barely contain his anger and snapped at the housekeeper behind him, "What are you standing there for? Replace it!" "Ms. Scott, here is some top-grade tuna instead." "Fish is an allergen. Are you trying to harm me?" "This is baked escargot." "I don't eat bugs." "Salad." "Too bland." Finally, the housekeeper presented a roasted lamb leg. Maeve raised an eyebrow. "Too fatty, and I don't eat lamb." Maeve's constant complaints pushed Julian to the edge. "Ms. Scott, if you keep this up, I'll have to report this to Mr. Larson!" "Go ahead. At worst, I'll just go hungry. It won't kill me but it might just slow my recovery a bit. I don't care." Maeve's indifference infuriated Julian. She knew he wouldn't dare