Chapter 138

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight

After that evening's dinner, Quinn deliberately tried many different dishes, determined never to cook the peppercorn fish dish again. It was delicious, but she hated it, really despised it.

"If you tear up that recipe, you won't be able to recreate that flavor," the old steward reminded, knowing that Harvey's actions were disrespectful to Quinn, but the flavor could only be produced from the recipe Gemma had left behind.

"It's true, that flavor cannot be replicated. It's akin to the fact that Gemma would never be allowed in here without my permission. V, don't forget my status," Quinn said coldly to the old steward. Her temperament could be somewhat arrogant at times, but she never allowed them to forget her noble status.

"I sincerely apologize," V said respectfully.

However, Harvey hadn't touched any of the dishes Quinn had prepared since that evening. Quinn was so angry she could grind her teeth, looking at a table full of food in front of he