Chapter 94

Freya was in one of her moods just a second ago, and then she’d already hustled herself into the kitchen to cook. It was enough to make anyone suspicious.

“What’s so complicated?” Kieran said, with a tone as bland as unsalted butter. “With Freya, it’s all about money. Women like her, pfft…”

The clock struck eight. Kieran went downstairs. Freya had set the last dish on the table, taking off her apron.

Kieran commanded, “Go change your clothes and come back down.” His voice left no room for argument; it was a command. Freya asked, “And what am I supposed to wear?”

“Ms. Dawson, this will be your attire.” The maid handed Freya a maid’s outfit. Freya could tell Kieran was just trying to embarrass her, plain and simple.

Kieran had expected Freya to throw a fit, but instead, she took the maid’s outfit and went upstairs without a word.

“Mr. Sutton…” Jarrett couldn’t help but say, “Even though Mrs. Sutton isn’t here, treating Ms. Dawson this way… if she finds out when she returns…”

“So, what if she finds out?” Kieran’s reply was cold. “The Dawson family is only a stepping stone in the Sutton family’s network. Daughter of a company on the brink of bankruptcy—where’s her dignity in that?”

Kieran took his seat. Meanwhile, Kieran’s guest had arrived. From the second floor, Freya was watching. The visitor was Mr. Patterson, the overseas tycoon about to partner with the Sutton Group. Freya remembered how Ronan and Kieran had vied for Mr. Patterson’s favor; whichever of them secured this deal, their project would expand internationally.

Freya raised an eyebrow. In her past life, Kieran had also hosted Mr. Patterson at their home, aiming to secure this business deal and outdo Ronan. Back then, Freya had bent over backward trying to think of different dishes, all to please Mr. Patterson. Eventually, with her meticulous planning, Mr. Patterson decided to partner with Kieran. But… this life was different.

Freya went to change her clothes. Downstairs, Mr. Patterson fixed his gaze upon the dishes on the table, impressed by the exquisite presentation. “Mr. Sutton, I didn’t expect you to be such a connoisseur. These dishes are exquisite.”

Kieran responded, “This is all the work of our head chef, a gesture of the Sutton Group’s sincerity in wanting to collaborate with you, Mr. Patterson.” Kieran smoothly ignored Freya’s contribution. After all, Freya’s culinary skills were indeed stunning. She had even learned from a master chef to perfect her craft, all because of Kieran’s picky taste. But letting it be known that the future Mrs. Sutton of the Sutton family had personally cooked for an overseas executive was deemed unseemly.

As Mr. Patterson was about to start eating, Kieran suddenly said, “Don’t rush, Mr. Patterson. We’re expecting…” Mr. Patterson was surprised. “Another guest?”

At that moment, the maid welcomed another person through the door. And coming down from upstairs, Freya locked eyes with the newcomer at the entrance. It was Ronan. Seeing him, Freya was taken aback. She wondered, “Why is Ronan here? I remember that in the past life, Ronan did not attend today’s dinner. What is happening?”