Chapter 157

"Mr. Beach, your meals are always prepared according to the standard and sent up to you. Why bother to come down yourself..." Carl murmured softly. It made it impossible for him and Madeleine to dine in peace. "From now on, Madeleine will dine with me. I've been busy with work recently and can't be without assistance," Beckett said solemnly. Carl took a deep breath. The little ship of kinship capsized with a single word. "Mr. Beach, let me do it! I'll dine with you." The chefs preparing meals for Beckett are all Michelin star restaurant chefs. Can it be possible for an average person to enjoy these meals? "You should go to the restroom," Beckett instructed Carl. "Why should I go to the restroom?" Carl asked, puzzled. "To look at yourself in the mirror." "Cough cough..." Madeleine almost choked herself. With restrained laughter, she bowled her head to eat the rice. Carl, looking aggrieved, bowed his head and started eating. [Fast forward] At the clubhouse. "Mr. George, our two families