After the New Year’s Eve Tragedy: Her Icy Return
Chapter 92 Ill–mannered
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The woman pulled a business card from her pocket and handed it to Caroline. “I’m Kelly Holt, the manager of Grandwood Hotel. Here’s my card.”
Caroline accepted the card, glanced at it, and asked, “Is there something can help you with?”
Maintaining a polite smile, the woman said, “I heard from a friend that you recently cooked for her. She spoke very highly of your cooking. We have an important client visiting the hotel tomorrow at noon, and I’d like to hire you to cook for them.”
She added, “The pay for this meal is 500 dollars. How does that sound?”
The 500–dollar offer was indeed tempting for Caroline. However, knowing she had to deliver lunch at 11 a.m. left her uncertain. “I’m scheduled to deliver meals here at 11 a.m. tomorrow. I’m not sure if I can make
it to the hotel in time.”
Her smile faded slightly, replaced with a hint of disappointment.
After a moment of contemplation, she said, “Could you come at noon instead? Given how good your food is, I’m sure the guests won’t mind waiting a bit.”
She had already promised the client an exceptional chef for the new dishes. Seeing her determination, Caroline agreed, “Alright, I’ll be there by noon.”
Before leaving, Kelly made sure to take down Caroline’s contact information, just in case.
Caroline checked and the Grandwood Hotel was less than two miles from the Sherwood Group.
By the next day, Caroline had finished her deliveries and rode her e–bike straight to the hotel.
After parking, she entered the building and spotted a restroom not far away. Realizing she would likely be busy cooking for a while, she decided to use the bathroom first.
Opening the restroom door, she saw an elegantly poised older woman at the sink.
Something about the woman’s grace and confidence caught Caroline’s attention, compelling her to take a closer look.
At the woman’s feet lay a small gift envelope.
Seeing no one else in the restroom, Caroline assumed it must belong to the woman.
She approached, picked up the envelope, and handed it to her. “Ma’am, did you drop this?”
The woman looked at the envelope in Caroline’s hand and then up at her face. “Yes, I must have dropped it while getting a tissue. Thank you, young lady.”
She took the envelope with a gracious smile, her eyes lingering on Caroline’s face with a look of familiarity. There was something about this young woman that felt both kind–hearted and strikingly familiar.
“No problem,” Caroline replied and headed to a stall.
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Chapter 92 Ill–mannered
It was the woman’s voice.
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Caroline thought someone rushing in for the restroom must have bumped into her. To her surprise, she heard Helen’s voice. “It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention. My shoulder still hurts from you bumping into me! I should be the one asking for compensation.”
What is Helen doing here?
Quickly connecting the dots, Caroline recalled that today was likely the day for Helen’s meeting with the Graysons about the marriage alliance.
Could it be that the important guests Kelly mentioned were the Graysons?
That meant she was about to cook for both her family and the Graysons. What a coincidence!
“Despite your seemingly sweet appearance, you were the one charging in here recklessly. This lady beside you saw it too.” The older woman’s voice broke Caroline’s thoughts. She gently opened the stall door a crack and peered out.
Through the gap, she saw the older woman slowly getting up from the floor, clearly having been knocked down.
Through the gap, she saw the older woman slowly getting up from the floor, clearly having been knocked down.
Of course, Helen was feeling superior today, about to become the future daughter–in–law of the Graysons. It made sense for her to act high and mighty.
Alaina, determined to defend her daughter, chimed in, “I did see it. You fell on your own. At your age, wearing high heels like that, it’s no wonder you fell.”
Helen’s glance followed her mother’s, noting the high heels with a scornful smile. “Wearing high heels at your age? Aren’t you afraid of breaking something? And now you accuse me of knocking you down!”
The woman, slightly exasperated but maintaining her composure, rebuked, “You might have a pretty face, but you’re clearly ill–mannered.”
This infuriated Helen. She pointed angrily at the woman. “You old hag! Who are you calling ill–mannered?”
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