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The billionaire's crazy cook

The billionaire's crazy cook

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Chapter 1 Late mornings and mischievous siblings

Word Count: 1048    |    Released on: 02/10/2023

.. Be

ock cut through the silen

d, rubbing his head w

eling the ach

hat drea

stop?" he muttered,

king up, Charles exuded a natural charm that could make anyone's heart skip a beat. Blessed with good looks, tall stature, a captivating voice, and an overflowi

to bed because, frankly, who needs one when you have a chest that could make anyone weak

dripping from his tousled hair and his pink lips pressed together

ve black suit. The top three buttons remained undone, accentuating the golden necklace resting against his broad

inutes

's Inter

up and parked in front

d the vehicle and rushed to open

adjusting his tie and styling hi

snail again," he rudely chided Pascal, though t

his head. Charles, however, hardly acknowledged him, as

building and made his way to the elevator, his neatl

ped inside and pressed the button for the

ce O

apheth, one of the managers whom he actu

ey?" Charles thundered,

"Sir, he... he took

etary," Charles ordered coldly

sir

rles interrupted, glancing back at

ary before the end of today," Japheth sta

myself," Charles said dism

mean. Poor Rodney. Now, where do I even begin? If I d

determined to find a suitable re

beep..

er sleep, but she groaned and tried to i

ing in her surroundings. Her gaze landed on t

, I'm so la

er clothes and rushed n

et the water cascade over her bo

ss her flawless face. With her glossy white skin, flat stomach, and t

ut of the bathroom, grabbing a white t

physique, pretty face, and long wa

ack shining jeans, a whit

king out herself in the mirror before storming

joined everyone in the living room

lower's mother, greeted with a smile while

Good morning, Dad,

shine," Riley murm

on her face. If looks could kill, they would have been dead l

wouldn't have overslept. And you didn't eve

uld have probably thrown a tantrum, and we don't want that," H

u're going to work late," Harrison Cunning

ndbag at Harry, but he quickly dodged

k. There's no point arguing with your siblings. The mor

ack up the spilled contents. She turned bac

, then sat down in a chair at the dining table, biti

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