Chapter 110
Arabella lifted her gaze, looking at the man before her with a blank expression and a small smile playing on her lips. “I heard the cafeteria manager is your relative?”
Oscar blinked, letting out a sarcastic laugh. “Does Ms. Bennett have a problem with me? Are you looking to pick a fight with my family?”
Arabella chuckled softly, glancing up at the surveillance camera. Just as she suspected, the camera had already been switched off.
“Turn the camera on.” Arabella instructed her assistant.
“Ms. Bennett, what are you trying to do?” Oscar was clearly unhappy with her actions: “If the cameras here need to be turned on, it’s not our company’s job to do it.” “Ms. Bennett, it’s on now.” The assistant Dean reported back after completing the task, speaking respectfully.
At this point, the cafeteria manager rushed over, mopping his sweaty forehead. He noticed the young girl beside Oscar and couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Oscar, this is?” “Didn’t you get the memo? We’ve got a new big shot in the company, and she’s flexing her muscles right here.” Oscar clearly didn’t think much of the girl in front of him. Manager Dave caught Oscar’s drift but still responded with a smile: “Ms. Bennett, if you have something to say, spit it out.”
“There are some meat pies left over from lunch. I just warmed them up, along with some other dishes. Dean, please have Mr. Dave and Mr. Oscar taste them,” “Sure thing.” Dean immediately set about preparing the food.
Oscar and Dave exchanged glances, clueless about her intentions.
“Ms. Bennett, if you’re trying to get us to taste the food to improve it,”
Before Dave could finish, Arabella cut him off with a terse, “Please.”
The food was promptly laid out before them.
Dave didn’t refuse, picking up a piece of the meat pie and taking a bite. “Tastes good.”
Oscar didn’t touch his cutlery; he looked impatiently at the girl before him and said, “If Ms. Bennett is inviting us to lunch, you really shouldn’t have; I’m full already.” “Is Mr. Oscar full, or are you too scared to eat?”
Arabella’s words made everyone present tense, and the employees who were sneakily watching the showdown started to feel uneasy.
“What do you mean by that, Ms. Bennett?” Oscar asked irritably.
Dave hastily interjected, “This was freshly made by the chefs at lunchtime, right?”
The two chefs nodded vigorously, though their eyes betrayed their anxiety and fear.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t freshly made.” Arabella smirked coldly. “I’m just curious about the filling. What’s it made of?”
“The filling.” Dave paused before laughing. “Ms. Bennett, you’re quite the joker! Of course, the filling is fresh pork bought from the market by our chefs, minced, and made into pies.”
“Are you referring to the minced ‘meat‘ made from soy protein chunks chopped up and mixed with tapioca starch, a series of food additives, and pork essence? And the spring onions inside, replaced by spring onion oil? Am I right?“”
Everyone was gobsmacked. What? The meat pies they had for lunch didn’t have any meat, and they were all food additives?.
They all felt like throwing up.
“Ms. Bennett, you can’t just make wild accusations because you–are young. Do you have any evidence for what you’re saying? If not, you’re slandering our cafeteria.” Though Dave said this, his eyes were clearly shifty, and even Oscar couldn’t hide his expression anymore..
“Whether the filling in this pie is fresh meat or not, wouldn’t a lab test tell us?
Arabella looked at them, speaking with clear interest: “Mr. Dave, when you were eating that meat pie just now, you felt a bit uneasy and scared, didn’t you?”
