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"Speak," Nash said curtly.

"Is Colonel Orwell... married?" Yvonne asked nervously, knowing Nash would probably guess her intentions. As expected, Nash fell silent on the other end of the line.

"Nash?" Yvonne prompted cautiously.

Nash took a deep breath. "Stellar is about your father's age. I advise you not to entertain such thoughts."

She was asking about Stellar's favorite foods and now about his marital status. Even a fool could see Yvonne was interested in Stellar.

Although Stellar was indeed remarkable, both he and Yvonne were ordinary people.

Could two ordinary people with a 17 or 18-year age difference really work out?

Yvonne hastily explained, "Nash, don't misunderstand. I just admire Colonel Orwell."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"It better be just that," Nash said sternly before ending the call.

He then sent a message to his father asking what Stellar liked to eat.

Philix: [Crispy baked chicken drumstick and baked fish with lemon cream sauce. These are his favorite dishes!]

He followed up with a serious emoji and another message: [You need to eliminate any threats around Stellar. He's the only one suitable for my position!] Nash: [Am I not suitable?]

Philix: [If you were willing to come to the Northern Territory, I'd definitely support you for the position!]

Nash: [Just kidding. Power and wealth mean nothing to me.]

After chatting for a while, Philix ended the conversation, citing work as the reason.

Nash sent Yvonne the names of the two dishes Stellar liked.

Upon receiving Nash's message, Yvonne quickly began preparing the ingredients.

In the kitchen, Minerva scoffed. "Baked fish and chicken drumsticks are just common dishes. They don't belong on a proper dinner table!"

"But Colonel Orwell likes them!"

Yvonne selected the largest fish from the fresh fish tank. "What's the point of making fancy dishes if he doesn't like them?"

Minerva grudgingly admitted Yvonne had a point and waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, I'll handle the fish and chicken drumsticks. You can rest." "No way! I want to make these dishes myself!" Yvonne insisted.

"Oh, you can cook?" Minerva sneered.

"Who do you think you're looking

down on? Just because you can cook doesn't mean you're the only one who can do it. Even though up abroad, I was taught by

grew up

renowned chefs. My culinary skills are top-notch!" Yvonne lifted her chin proudly.

"Renowned chefs? Name one. If they're even a little bit famous, I'll surely know them!"

Minerva's demeanor was arrogant. Her great-grandfather was a royal chef, and her grandfather and father were also famous chefs in the country. She won Leonard's heart with her exceptional cooking

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She might not have many connections in other circles, but in the culinary world, she knew everyone worth knowing.

After all, most of them were her great-grandfather's students.

Over time, things changed. After her great-grandfather and grandfather passed away, their chain of over a hundred restaurants faced fierce competition. Thus, the Yaars began to decline.

Ultimately, Leonard stepped in and invested 300 million to revive the Yaars.

More than 20 years ago, the Mares were only a third-rate family, and Leonard was just a wastrel.

Coming up with the 300 million was already his limit.

Hence, Minerva took this investment as a dowry and married Leonard.