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Chapter 807 Eleanor Ledger
Eleanor’s question was purely out of curiosity. Suspicion stirred within everyone when Eleanor kept
asking and mentioning Iron since arriving at Elrod’s residence. That said, none expressed their
bafflement.
Crayson, on the other hand, answered with a chuckle, “Iron is a Bloomstead chef that I hired specially
to take care of Miss Veronica’s diet.”
“Is that so? Then he must be an amazing chef.” Eleanor smiled, then requested, “I’ve heard so much
about Destorian food and culture but never had the chance to visit. I wonder if we have the privilege to
try Destorian food?”
Dominik frowned subtly but said nothing as he maintained his usual composure. Liam, on the other
hand, nodded in agreement. “I’ve also heard all sorts of praises about Destorian food. Miss Murphy,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtseeing that we’re all friends here, can we stay for lunch?”
“No way!” Mateo turned them down mercilessly as he couldn’t stand the Ledgers.
“You guys showed up too suddenly, so I’m afraid we only have food for so many.” Veronica politely
turned them down after realizing Eleanor’s intentions toward Matthew.
Besides, Veronica already felt terrible when Matthew enslaved himself as their private chef, and the
guilt gave her immense stress.
She already couldn’t do anything but feel bad for Matthew, so how could she bear to let him cook for
others?! Hell, he wasn’t really a chef!
“That’s easy. I’ll call and have them deliver some ingredients over.” Eleanor played dumb, rendering
Veronica speechless.
Must I really spell it out for you?
“You—” Just as Mateo wanted to speak up, Crayson shot a piercing gaze at him, and the young man
immediately shut up.
Meanwhile, Matthew came back into the house with a handful of coriander. Many flowers and plants
had been planted in the yard, including coriander, providing the kitchen some convenience.
“Hey, Iron.” Eleanor got up from the couch and waved at Matthew while approaching him. “Miss Murphy
told me your cooking is as amazing as a state banquet chef. Can we join you guys for lunch? I’ve
always really wanted to try Destorian cuisine. You won’t say no, right?”
“It’s my honor to receive your recognition, Your Highness,” monotoned Matthew.
“Haha, you’re being too modest.” Eleanor beamed. “I can’t possibly freeload either. How about I follow
you into the kitchen and learn a thing or two from you?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Princess Eleanor.” Crayson stopped her, thinking it’d be a disaster if
she followed him to the kitchen.
Though Dominik felt humiliated and also thought Eleanor wasn’t behaving like herself, he still
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmaintained a calm composure for pride’s sake. “Just let her be, Master Waylen. Eleanor has always
been inquisitive since she was a kid. Sorry for troubling you.”
Of course, Crayson couldn’t say anything more when Dominik had put it that way. “Hahaha,” he
guffawed obsequiously. “I’ve long heard Princess Eleanor is erudite and knows a thing or two about
many subjects. Now that I’m seeing it for myself, I must admit she is studious. I’m very impressed.”
Veronica didn’t know how much genuineness was in Crayson’s flattery, but when she saw the elder
glancing shrewdly at Eleanor, she knew Crayson had his guard against Eleanor.
“You’re too kind, Master Waylen. Eleanor isn’t as impressive as you put it.” Dominik smiled amiably.
The Ledger siblings each had unique personalities. Dominik was steady, wise, and gentle. Eleanor
might look quirky and harmless, but she was actually cunning and artful. Liam, on the other hand, was
all muscles and no brain. He wore his heart on his sleeve.