Chapter 189: Chapter 189

Chapter 189:

“Mr. Lonnie Sanderson, something went amiss.”

The pastry chef had an accident on the way and injured his hand.

He won’t be able to prepare desserts today.”

While this incident was unforeseen, with Kane’s resourcefulness, he could easily find other chefs to step in. Yet, when Kane reached out to other renowned pastry chefs, they too had suffered accidents, the timing striking him as odd.

“I reached out to three or four other pastry chefs, and they’ve all either hurt their hands or were involved in car accidents,” Kane added.

Lonnie’s brow furrowed. It seemed someone was targeting the Sanderson family.

“Kareem, get your team to find out who’s behind this.

Brenton, tap into your network and find replacement pastry chefs from other cities at once.”

Kareem soon had the investigation results.

“The Morgan family?”

“Morgan family? So, it was Lindsay.” Harlee immediately caught the key point and chuckled.

“They’re coming after me.

Dad, Brenton, no need to worry. I’ll handle this myself.”

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She then shot a message to Ritchie and reassured the Sanderson family, saying, “It’s taken care of.

Brenton, there’s no need to find another pastry chef. I have friends who will step in.”

Lonnie and Brenton both stared at her, their doubts gnawing at them.

Harlee glanced at Kareem.

“Don’t look at Kareem.

Did the Morgan family do something to you? No, this needs a direct discussion. I’m going to have a serious talk with Mr. Morgan!”

Lonnie slammed his fist on the table, ready to face the Morgan family head-on.

Brenton interjected, calming Lonnie, “Today’s banquet is for Harlee’s reconnecting with us. Let’s focus on the banquet.”

“As for the Morgan family, we’ll settle the score after a thorough investigation.” Only then did Lonnie hold back his anger.

Around noon, the makeup artist arrived. Kane courteously escorted her inside and said to Harlee, “Miss Sanderson, here is the Sanderson family’s personal makeup artist. I will take her upstairs shortly to assist with your makeup.”

Harlee looked the makeup artist over with detached coolness, her tone distant.

“Let’s make it downstairs. I prefer not to have strangers in my room.”

Kane paused for a moment to think and then swiftly selected an alternative location.

“Understood. I’ll set up a temporary makeup station for you.”

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