Chapter 4

Her forced smile disappeared when she saw me, replaced by a look of pure disdain.

"Milan, who's this country bumpkin? Doesn't seem like someone who can afford Italian cuisine."

"Milan, this is our new head chef. Her monthly salary is likely ten times yours."

Jolie coughed awkwardly, attempting to steer the conversation. "The banquet's been rescheduled to tomorrow night. Here’s all the detailed information. Make sure you’re ready in advance."

As she wrapped up, she shuffled through some papers, handing me the updated version with a sly grin. "Oops, my mistake. Almost gave you the wrong version. This banquet is…