Chapter 575

I was Queenie's type? I never noticed that. "Don't change the subject, my jelly baby. The Styles are cunning. Don't get too close to them," I said seriously. Based on what I knew of Barrette, he was someone who knew how to mask himself to get what he wanted. Now, I was meeting his brothers in Francia. It felt like they were targeting me. Grace stuck out her tongue. "Fine." She didn't have much to do with Marcus and Leon anyway—and never would. After the two disruptions, Grace and I were finally able to eat our lunch. We had foie gras, caviar, and some cranberry buns. While the food was good, I was getting bored of eating Francian food every day. I wondered how we would be able to find some better food. After lunch, Grace had to go back to work. I sent her to No. 38 Malachite Avenue and left. The hotel we stayed at was called Summer Hotels. As a hotel, they were willing to do whatever their customers asked of them. The first thing I said to them was to tell them to find a chef f