CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

A paper with instructions was suddenly thrust in front of Nina, almost hitting her in the face. Annoyed, she snapped, "If you've got something to say, just say it."

Madison chuckled softly. "I'm showing you the instructions. On the back, you'll find the dish you need to prepare for lunch today. Remember, it absolutely must suit everyone's taste. If no one eats your dish, Orion's performance in the field day will be nullified." "What does my cooking have to do with Orion's performance? If you want to punish someone, punish me. Why drag the children into it?"

Nina didn't want to participate in the field day, but that didn't mean Orion didn't. If no one ate the dish she prepared, wouldn't that unfairly impact Orion?

She frowned. The school wouldn't make such a decision. It had to be Madison overstepping her authority as PTA president.

"Fine," Nina thought. "They only asked me to prepare the dish. They didn't say I have to cook it herself." If it was something she couldn't manage, she could always order from a restaurant.

Nina calmly took the paper and immediately flipped it over to see what was required.

"A Royal Feast."

made her eyes pop out of her head. Her

it shouldn't be a problem. I couldn't manage it myself. I never cook, and I'm sure the other moms don't

have

begin, and students from each class gathered on the field to go through the opening procedures. Once completed, the principal gave the order,

returned from parking, and Nina anxiously glanced toward the entrance several times. If he didn't show up soon, she was seriously

and secretly made a funny face at her careful not to let the teacher catch him and call

event schedule, the students were allowed to return to their parents. Those who were participating in events needed to

listed for the most events in his class. It didn't take much guessing to figure out whose handiwork that was.

names are called, please report

easy, okay? Don't focus too