Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 36

Fifteen minutes later.

The manager brought the waiter and personally brought the dishes in with a smile.

Sherri thought to herself, "As expected, the appearance of rich people is really different. Even the manager personally came to serve the dishes. Usually, if I have something to say to the manager, he will have to be arrogant and rush over slowly."

Then, the manager would ask in a formal manner, "What happened?"

Halfway through the dishes, the manager was signaled by Frank to leave.

Sherri was famished. She picked up the fork and took a bite of the dish. The taste hit her taste buds, and she felt that the taste was very familiar. Why did... Sherri didn't hide her thoughts at all. "Natalie, quickly try this dish. Why does it taste similar to what you made?"

Natalie half-believingly picked up the food Sherri placed in front of her chest. Her hand that was holding the fork paused. It was exactly the same.

However, after a while, Natalie calmed down and did not find it strange. Her culinary skills were taught by the two servants, and some of them were taught by her grandfather. Moreover, her mother cooked the same like them. Perhaps the chef and the two servants were from the same hometown.

There were more than one or two people who knew how to cook such dishes.

The dishes cooked by the people in the same place tasted the same, so the spices used were the same.

Sherri really wanted to confirm her thoughts. She, who was eager for an answer, kept staring at Natalie. "Is it the same?"

Natalie nodded frankly. "Yes, we used the same spice."

Trevon's slender fingers picked up the fork in front of him and put some on the plate to taste.

Trevon had eaten a meal Natalie had cooked. It suited his taste very well, so it was still fresh in his mind.

It was indeed exactly the same, but Trevon still felt that Natalie's cooking suited his taste.

Trevon put down the fork and turned to ask Frank, "The chef for Grand Manor has changed?"

Trevon remembered that the food of the previous chef was not like that. Instead, it was the heavy flavor.

Frank felt that Trevon was really picky. He knew that it was a new chef's cooking with just one dish. "No, the original chef is also here, but the new chef cooked this table of food today. I just wanted to let you taste it."

Sherri understood what Frank meant and exclaimed, "Grand Manor was opened by you." Sherri suddenly raised her voice.

Grand Manor was the most luxurious hotel in Athana. The renovation style was the most avant-garde. Even the chefs were famous both domestically and abroad.

Guests had to make reservations in advance before coming here for accommodation and eating.

However, the legendary boss never showed up. Many people said that he was an old man.

However, the boss actually sat opposite Sherri?

Frank did not take it seriously. He said lazily, "This is also Mr. Wilson's hotel. I'm just a small shareholder."

Hackett didn't like hearing this and looked down on Frank. "You have 40% of the shares. How dare you claim that you are a small shareholder."

The hotel was Trevon's private property, and he didn't use any finance of the Wilson Group.

In private, Trevon worked with Frank on more than one asset.

Natalie was especially calm. She was not as surprised as Sherri. Instead, she felt that it was normal.

Moreover, it had nothing to do with Natalie.

Trevon glanced at Natalie from time to time.

Natalie's nonchalant attitude made Trevon feel uncomfortable. A certain part of his chest felt a little congested.

Sherri spoke quickly, "Mr. Wilson, you're really awesome." Logically, she calculated that Natalie was considered a wife of a millionaire.

Natalie gave Sherri a look to stop her. "You can't even shut your mouth when eating."

Meanwhile, Sherri was smiling foolishly.

Throughout the meal, Natalie ate in silence. In fact, she was really hungry and had exhausted so much stamina.

No matter what, Natalie had to replenish her calories.

Trevon ignored Sherri's words. Instead, his deep eyes turned to the woman who was eating silently at the side from time to time.