He turned around to look at him.
"How did you know that pastry was problematic?"
"There was one extra piece." He said blandly, "I didn't ask the chef to make it in cherry blossom color."
Aldana Candi slowly widened her eyes, "What if he used the same color as what you asked for?"
Philip Shaw: "I would still recognize it." He picked up a pastry and tasted it, "I chose the molds myself. Only I know what mold goes with each color. Unless he bribed my personal chef, but that's impossible."
Aldana Candi looked at the brightly colored, attractive pastries on his plate and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Living in the Shaw Family was undeniably arduous.
One careless mistake, and you could be schemed to death.
Aldana Candi asked, "You gave that piece of pastry to that person today, would there be any problem?"
Philip Shaw glanced at her and said, "What could happen? He has an antidote."
"Then you..." Aldana Candi slowly widened her eyes.
