Love after Divorce novel Chapter 115

Looking at her skillful frying movements, he thought of something and asked, "The contract between Tasty Interlude Bakery and Palace Hotel was signed, right?"

That was a cooperation for her sake, and he always had to mention his importance.

He wanted to see her gratitude on her face.

Violet stopped cooking. Then she looked at him, and said in a light voice: "Our bakery is too small. Palace Hotel did not look up to us."

He didn't know that Tasty Interlude Bakery had been kicked out by his future Mrs. Johnson?

"No way."

Louis frowned and spoke up.

"It's possible."

Violet put the lid on the pot, "Mr. Johnson, you are the one in charge of the Johnson Group and can appoint whoever you want. But I also hope you can keep your eyes open and suppress cronyism."

Grace dared indulge in petty and mean actions behind his back and under his name. It was all because she had him backing her up.

He should reflect on that.

"What do you mean?"

Louis' dark eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Violet's sudden detached attitude, unsure of what happened.

"Nothing, Mr. Johnson. I'm busy. Please go out and don't distract me."

Violet opened the lid of the pot, put some seasoning, and tasted it again.

Louis was silent as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Then he dialed Harry.

"Harry, ask Ivan, who delivers the pastries to Palace Hotel today?"

Did Ivan have poor comprehension or what was going on?

Why didn't he work with Tasty Interlude Bakery?

It didn't take long for Harry to return the call.

"Mr. Johnson, I have already asked him. Something happened at the Palace Hotel yesterday ..."

Harry told Louis exactly what happened.

Louis' eyebrows were slightly knitted, and something flashed in his dark eyes.

Grace actually exceeded her authority?

No wonder Violet just said that to him.

But why would Grace ask Ivan to work with Rydon Food again?

Palace Hotel.

The entrance to the luxury suite.

Grace pushed a food cart, once again organized her clothes, and then raised her hand to press the doorbell.

The door was opened. Grace looked at the man in front of her and smiled flirtatiously, "Sir, the meal you ordered has arrived."

The man raised his eyebrows and moved to the side to facilitate Grace's entry.

As soon as the door closed, the man wrapped his arms around Grace from behind, and his hands were roaming over her body unruly.

"How dare you come to see me like this?"

"My dear, you are now staying in a VIP room of the Palace Hotel. As the room manager, I am supposed to serve you personally, aren't I?"

Grace turned around and hooked her hands around the man's neck, with a charming smile on her face.

The man raised his eyebrows, and pushed her against the wall.

"You're good at making excuses for yourself?"

"Darling, don't you find it exciting?"

"Look at you ..."