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“Yes, but Miss Powell…” 

Dayton’s words were barely out when Carlos waved his hand, signaling him to stop. “Dayton, remember, you are a part of the Monroc family.” 

Dayton shuddered. He understood that his actions had angered Carlos, so he nodded, indicating that he wouldn’t repeat the mistake. 

Then he informed Carlos, “Mr. Monroe, Catherine has prepared roasted beef for your supper.” 

It was Vera’s favorite food. In the past, Carlos couldn’t get used to it, but it was made by Vera. How could he bear not to eat it? 

“Got it.” Carlos’s eyes showed a rare hint of a smile. 

It was thoughtful of Catherine. ‘If only Catherine were truly my daughter. Unfortunately, she was born of that cunning woman,‘ Carlos thought. 

He sat down in the dining room, and the servants hurried to the kitchen to serve him the roasted beef. 

Carlos watched the recording of Neil conflicting with Averie. It was similar to what Averie had explained in the hospital. 

Because Averie cleverly avoided the camera angles, there was no footage of her twisting Neil’s ear. Instead, there was a clear recording of her being choked by Vera and nearly falling from the second floor. 

“Outrageous!” Carlos reprimanded angrily. 

‘Who gave Vivian the audacity to threaten Averie in my home? She almost killed 

In Carlos’s eyes, Vera disrespected him. 

And the servants, instead of stopping her, ran away. 

He became even more convinced that getting rid of Vivian was the right decision. Since she arrived, conflicts between Neil and Averie had escalated. 

Looking at what that woman did to Averie, Carlos felt that she had come to help James deal with him and the Monroe family. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Mr. Monroe, the roasted beef is ready.” 

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Seeing him angry, the servant’s hands trembled, and she couldn’t hold fast to the plate. According to the Monroe family’s serving standards, this was a mistake, and she would be punished. 

However, Carlos just waved his hand at her, letting her go. The aroma of the roasted beef smelled somewhat familiar. 

Carlos stared at the beef and felt that it was exactly like the ones Vera used to make. 

He quickly cut a piece of the meat and put it in his mouth. It scalded him, but he couldn’t bear to spit it out. 

With one bite, the familiar ingredients and taste filled his mouth. It was the same as the roasted beef Vera used to make. 

He couldn’t believe it and tasted another bite. The aroma was rich, and the flavor was outstanding. Indeed, it was the taste from those years. 

Carlos couldn’t believe it. During these five years when Vera was away, he had tried numerous roasted beef, but no one made the same taste as she did. 

It was as if Vera made some special ingredients that others didn’t know how to make. 

He got up, rushed to the kitchen, and, somewhat inappropriately, asked loudly, “Who made the roasted beef?” 

The cooks and assistants left in the kitchen were dumbfounded. Carlos never set foot in this greasy place. What was happening today? 

“I’m asking you. Who made it?” Carlos shouted again, losing control. 

“It was Miss Vivian.” The chef on duty was the first to react. “There’s still some sauce in the fridge. She said that if Mr. Neil wants to eat, we can make it for him with the sauce.” 

Before the chef could finish speaking, Carlos drove away from the villa. 

He wanted to ask Vivian why she knew how to make roasted beef. 

Could it be that she is Vera?‘ Carlos thought.