Isabella Weaver wore a clean and simple business suit, her face pure and smiling faintly. Her fair fingers held a piece of black jade, making her look as pure and beautiful as an otherworldly fairy!
And her?
Covered in the smell of oil and smoke, with an apron splattered with countless oil spots, fingers wrapped in bandages, makeup smeared—all in all, as disheveled as can be!
Cherry Lewis gritted her teeth with hatred!
Just wait, wait until the day it's your turn to cook; you'll definitely taste the humiliation!
What's so great about being the Young Madam of the Hunter Family?
One day, she'll pull Isabella Weaver down from that position!
The sky had already gone dark when Isabella Weaver and Harry Hunter finished their game of chess. It was just in time for dinner. The two washed their hands and sat down at the dining table.
