Chapter 111

Dave was feeling all kinds of jittery, like she had just read his mind. “I swear my chefs would never pull

such a shady stunt!” Arabella just laughed it off. “Stop passing the buck to your chefs. Even if they did

do it, it would be under your orders.” Who would want to shoulder such a huge responsibility?

“Do you have any proof, Ms. Bennett?” Dave spat out through gritted teeth. “Without it, I can sue you

for defamation!”

“Slow your roll. Don’t bite off more than you can chew. It’ll be a tough act to follow.”

“In the peas and beef stir–fry at lunch, was the beef actually beef?” Arabella looked up at him with a

gaze full of confidence. Dave was starting to feel the heat. “What are you implying?”

“I noticed you guys used dead chicken instead of beef.”

“Ms. Bennett, you’re just stirring the pot, right? You can’t just spout such nonsense without proof!”

“Fetch the kitchen’s trash can.” Arabella ordered her assistant.

Dean hurriedly did as told.

The large trash can was set before everyone. With a swift kick, Arabella sent the trash spilling out.

Oscar and Dave quickly backed away.

Among the kitchen waste were chicken heads, feet, tails, and the like.

“We didn’t have chicken for lunch, yet here are these.” Arabella casually noted, “Normally, a chicken’s

eyes would be open after slaughter. Only a dead chicken’s eyes would be shut.”

People around quickly examined the chicken heads on the floor and found their eyes were all closed!

“Most of you would know that chickens need to be bled out when slaughtered. But a dead chicken can’t

bleed out properly, which turns the meat red. And the skin of a dead chicken would be sickly gray,

shriveled, and lacking elasticity–not a normal death.”

The staff around them were feeling nauseous. They couldn’t believe they had been eating dead

chicken instead of fresh beef for lunch!

Right now, they could only fight the urge to puke.

Dave didn’t expect that she, a young girl, would be so observant.

How would a girl her age know about chickens? Very few people would have seen chickens being

slaughtered on a farm.

“Alright, even if our chefs did accidentally buy dead chickens, it’s not their fault. They were duped by

the market’s chicken stall owner. Besides, if you’re saying dead chicken can be made into beef, then

show me!”

Seeing Dave still putting up a fight, Arabella couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so hard about that?” Arabella calmly said, “Just cut the subpar chicken into strips, add some

beef flavoring and roast meat seasoning; if the color’s off, add some caramel coloring; then pan–fry it in

hot oil with various seasonings, and voila! Beef.”

Dave’s face was frozen in shock. He didn’t expect her to know the process in such detail, and she

hadn’t missed a beat.

“This is proof: all these food additives I mentioned, you can find them all in your own kitchen!”

Hearing Arabella’s resounding words, the staff around them could no longer describe their feelings with

just “astonished“.

One of the staff members was patting his chest in relief, saying, “I dodged a bullet there; I didn’t touch

those dishes at lunch.”

He had survived this ordeal!