Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 293

Tracy was indeed a state banquet chef. Her culinary skills were extraordinary. Even Mrs. Sullivan, who had always insisted on cating less, had drunk two bowls. If not for Mr. Brown’s reminder, Mrs. Sullivan might even have a third bowl.

“This chicken soup is delicious.” Mrs. Sullivan reluctantly put down the bowl.

Tracy smiled. “Good that you liked it. It’s already very late. I have to get going.”

“You’re leaving?” Mrs. Sullivan was a little reluctant.

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The culinary skills of famous chefs were too precious. She wanted Tracy to stay for a few more days.

However, it was not convenient for her to speak out and invite her.

After all, Tracy was the head chef of the state banquet. Moreover, she had not cooked personally for many years. A few years ago, Tracy was invited to continue to be the head chef of the state banquet, but she had rejected it.

Tracy had retired. She rarely appeared elsewhere besides the Smith Cuisine Hall and the restaurants opened by her students.

It was already a pleasant surprise that Olivia could invite her over. It would be impossible for her to stay further.

Everyone present could tell what Mrs. Sullivan was thinking.

But no one spoke.

Brad smoothed his sleeve before saying haughtily, “Tracy, why don’t you stay and cook for us for a few more days?”

As he had been overseas for many years, Brad did not know much about the happenings in the country. He only knew that Tracy was a state banquet chef and one of the top chefs in the region. However, he did not hear that she had not cooked personally for the past few years.

He thought that he would be able to have her agree to his request as it was just a matter of money. Just like Olivia, he could also invite Tracy.

Mrs. Sullivan had given him a large sum of money over the years. He had used it for investments and thus accumulated a lot of wealth.

Tracy was just a chef. He could easily employ her services.

After saying that, Brad even looked at Olivia with a provocative gaze. “Tracy, don’t worry. I will compensate you well. As long as you’re willing to stay and cook a few meals, I will give you double what Olivia paid you.”

“Double?” Tracy laughed.

were all over the country. She had become a brand in the food industry. She had earned more than enough money. It was a

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know whether to laugh

long as you’re willing to stay. I’ll give

Sullivan sat at the side. Her eyes started to well up

considerate Brad was in trying to help her convince Tracy to stay. His biological son, Daniel, had never been so concerned about

always considerate of her. He was generous with his money so that she could

that Brad’s

was nonetheless touched by Brad’s

What a good child!

had been observing Mrs. Sullivan’s expression. He knew he had done the right

well. He knew that she would fall for hist

acted like that since he was a child. No matter what good stuff he got, he would give it to Mrs. Sullivan first. No matter what he did, he would

all his heart.

stark contrast to Daniel. Daniel was smart. However, he

and a little distant from his

tone. “You’re like a mother to me. You raised me yourself. When I was young. I swore that I would be filial when I grew up. Even if it’s the stars in the sky. I’ll pluck them for you. Something as simple

to pluck stars for me?” Mrs. Sullivan turned her face away. Her heart

in vain. Brad had grown up to be someone

to Tracy. “Tell me how much to pay you. No matter how much it is, I’ll give it to

She felt awkward. After a while, she said, “Olivia didn’t

that, Brad raised his eyebrows. His voice turned

her.”

finish speaking, Tracy spoke, “Have you heard of seared salmon with herbed couscous? Olivia gave me the recipe for a medicinal cuisine. It has the same value

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she remained oblivious to everyone’s shock and

short of amable and respectful. “Miss Olivia, if you need anything else, just tell me anytime! Tracy left. Olivia propped up her chin and looked at everyone’s dumbfounded faces. She

over. Shall

over

Mrs. Sullivan, Brad, Mr. Brown,

herbed

butler, “Mr. Brown, what’s seared salmon with herbed couscous? Is

unintelligible. It’s just a recipe. She could have asked for

was rare for Mrs. Sullivan not to