Chapter 157

"Mr. Beach, your meals are always prepared to spec and delivered upstairs… why would you come down yourself?" Carl muttered under his breath. He couldn't even get through a meal in peace with Madeleine around. "From now on, Madeleine eats with me. Work's hectic lately—I need someone by my side," Beckett said flatly. Carl took a deep breath. So much for loyalty. "Mr. Beach, I'll join you for meals then." After all, the chef cooking for Beckett was a top-tier Michelin guy—who wouldn't want in on that? "Go to the restroom," Beckett ordered. "Huh? Why?" Carl looked puzzled. "Take a good look at yourself in the mirror." "Cough, cough…" Madeleine almost choked on her rice, head down and holding back a laugh. Carl's face fell. He buried himself in his food without another word. … At the club lounge. "Mr. Simpson, our families are linked through an official engagement, even held a press conference for it. That connects our futures—good or bad. Even if there's no love between you and Charlotte,