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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 275
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Chapter 275

Her past days in the town with her grandmother were simple. Even the well water tasted sweet in the summer.

With the drinks lined up on her tray, Millie glided towards the dining tables, her smile as sweet as the honey in her lemonade. “It's honey lemonade. Feel free to have a taste!”

Guests were charmed by Millie’s charming smile. Most of them gave the drink a try, and their reactions were priceless.

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“Is that a hint of jasmine?” a customer asked.

Millie’s smile widened, and she nodded. “Indeed, | added sjasmines to it.”

“It's incredible!”

The surprise element of jasmine in honey lemonade was a hit. It offered a pleasingly unique experience.

Meanwhile, in the private room.

After spondering, Bruce commented, “Making a drink so popular that it finds its way into the menu of a five-star restaurant isn’t a small feat.”

“That’s true,” Fanny responded. “That's why I’ve been putting my all into this. I’ve been racking my brain on what kind of drink to create. My eyes have grown dark circles! In the end, | decided to make a cup of strawberry coconut milk.”

She didn’t have dark circles under her eyes as she claimed. Her intent was simply to draw their attention to her face.

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Not too long ago, a gorgeous waitress at the sestablishment had caught the eye of a wealthy man. That chance meeting transformed her into a woman of riches.

“If you've put so much effort into it, | suppose | should try it,” Mylo said, taking a sip and consequently frowning. “It's too sweet. | don’t have a taste for sweet things.”

Mylo was disgusted at how calculating this woman was.

“Huh?”

Fanny was thrown off. She had only put a smidge of sugar in it. How could it be too sweet? Both Bruce and Delmor gave the drinks a try and echoed Mylo’s sentiment.

“Seems a bit on the sweet side.”

Fanny's fists tightened involuntarily, her pride taking a hit. The drink she had painstakingly prepared was not well-received by anyone.

Marcus alone had not tasted it. Not ready to admit defeat, Fanny turned hopeful eyes towards him. But Marcus, engrossed in his phone, paid no attention.