Chapter 73 The Seven-Figure Afternoon Tea
Phillipe wasn't surprised by his presence. "Did grandfather send you?"
"Yes... The old master specifically invited a top pastry chef from France to make afternoon tea for the young lady."
The butler said this and took the things out of the car, apologizing, "But... there's no portion for you, sir."
"It's alright."
Phillipe glanced in the direction of the company. As long as his Abella was happy eating, he was happy.
"Young master, are you also here to deliver the afternoon tea to the young lady?"
"Yes."
"Did I come late then?"
The butler was frustrated. After all, this afternoon tea was made by the pastry chef, using the best ingredients, as a gift from the old master.
If the young lady found out
The young master has finished his milk and is full, and he has no appetite for the old master's portion... The old master will be sad.
the butler saw a familiar figure come out of the company. He went forward and respectfully handed something over, "Madam, this is from the old master for you."
Abella reached out and accepted it, raising a polite smile, "Thank Grandfather for me."
"The old master wants you to visit him more when you have free time. Don't overwork yourself with your usual work and take more rest."
"Alright."
"The old master also said that the university entrance exam results will be out in a few days. If Madam has any preferred schools, whether in China or abroad, feel free to speak up."
"Okay."
"Furthermore, if you encounter any troubles at work, you can ask the old master for help. And if there are any dissatisfaction in life, you can also talk to the old master about it."
Phillipe on the side raised the corner of his lips.
You should know that in the three years he managed the corporation, he never received an afternoon tea from the old master, let alone a caring word.
Back when he was in school, whatever score he got was his actual score. Asking the old master to arrange a school for him? No way.
But now, he treats his daughter-in-law generously.
"Help me thank Grandfather."
Abella stood straight, her cold and obedient aura intermingling, pleasing to the eye.
"I will convey your message. I won't disturb your work anymore, Madam."
Upon saying this, the butler glanced at Phillipe beside him and respectfully said, "Young Master, I will take my leave first."
"Okay." Phillipe knew that by leaving first, he was giving them a chance to be alone.
Quite considerate.
"Why are you still here?" Abella's gaze fell on Phillipe, a bit surprised.
Phillipe reached out and touched her face, raising an indulgent smile, "This is fate, the heavens have let us meet again."
"..."
"I'll have my afternoon tea first. As for Grandfather's portion, no need to force it."
"..."
"Go upstairs."
"Okay."
After Abella left, Phillipe reluctantly stood there for quite some time before leaving.
In the car, Lola never expected Mr. Bourbon to have the butler deliver afternoon tea to Abella!
She was so angry that steam almost came out of her ears. She was almost jealous to the point of madness!
You see, the logo on that lunch box belongs to Auguste, the top French pastry chef! Only pastries made by him are qualified to use a lunch box like that.
Don't be fooled by the small quantity, with his reputation, just one time would cost at least seven figures.
Mr. Bourbon went through the trouble of asking Auguste to make afternoon tea for an uncultured little wild girl?!
He values her, doesn't he?
Jacob couldn't help but speak when he saw Lola's distorted face in anger, "Miss Lola, don't mind it. All relationships start like this, gradually, the fondness will diminish bit by bit, and the two parties will begin to clash..."
Lola clenched her fist. No, she couldn't just sit and wait. Now that Phillipe wasn't interested in her, Mr.
Bon also keeps his distance from her...
Abella returned to the office and looked at the dozen or so bags of afternoon tea on the coffee table, feeling a bit of a headache.
Even if she were to have these for dinner, she couldn't finish them all.
Joseph came in to report on his work and saw the food on the table, almost drooling...
"Miss Medici, aren't you being too extravagant? Ordering so much for afternoon tea... can you finish all of it?"
"Just take whatever you want." Abella wasn't used to having afternoon tea, so instead of wasting it by not being able to finish, she preferred to share it with others.
"Miss Medici, are you serious? Afternoon tea made by Auguste and Benson... you're letting me take whatever I want?" Joseph was almost in shock.
Abella raised an eyebrow as if asking, who is Auguste? Who is Benson?
"Miss Medici, don't tell me you don't even know who they are?"
Joseph widened his eyes and swallowed his saliva, "Auguste is a top French pastry chef, and Benson is a big shot in the British pastry world."
"... " Abella had never heard of them and raised her brows, asking, "Are they expensive?"
"Miss Medici, did you not order these afternoon teas? Then it can only mean that whoever ordered them for you values and likes you much..."
"Oh?"
"Auguste has retired, and having him make an afternoon tea is no longer just about money."
"..."
"And Benson, a while back, an international superstar wanted to have his afternoon tea. It took three whole months and who knows how many connections were used for Benson to make it for her."
"..."
"Your afternoon teas here together cost at least seven figures."
Abella: ???
Seven figures???
Robbery???
"Miss Medici, please don't doubt it. Their reputation alone is worth that price."
There are quite a lot in quantity and the workmanship is exquisite.
"Go ahead and choose." Abella lazily leaned back on the couch, speaking as if the afternoon tea before her was ordinary and made no difference to her.
"Well then, I won't be polite, shall I?" Joseph chose a few items, but they were all relatively ordinary or repetitive pastries. He didn't dare touch the more expensive ones.
After a while, Abigail came to inquire about some drawings, and Abella let her choose a few to take home.
As for the remaining ones, as she was about to take a bite, she heard Joseph's voice from outside.
"Benjamin, you can't go in..."
"Let me consult Miss Medici first. Getting angry at me won't help... "
"Even if you barge in, you'll still have to come out and knock on the door... why bother?"
"Let him in." Abella lazily said.
Benjamin pushed the door open and saw Abella sitting on the couch enjoying her afternoon tea, he politely smiled and said, "Miss Medici, there may have been a misunderstanding between us. I wonder if you have time now, can we talk?"
"Excuse me." Abella took a bite of dessert, "I'm busy."
"If you have any opinions about me, just tell me and I'll make changes." Benjamin smiled, "What do you think about the incident with my relative... Can we move on from it?"
Abella paused her dessert and raised her eyebrows, "He fed his employees those random additives for a whole year... If it happened to you, would you let him go?"
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