Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0261

The footage begins, and the scene comes to life in front of my eyes.

It's the morning of the cook-off, the prep time that I missed in the morning. The contestants are busy chatting, chopping, and rearranging while various staff wander around the stage, finishing up last-minute tasks. My station is empty, of course, because I wasn't there yet.

But then, there's Daniel. During a lull in the conversation, he meanders his way over to my station. He stands there for a moment, stretching and looking around nonchalantly, but I can see it: the way he's glancing over his shoulders, the tiny glass bottle he sneakily slips out of his pocket and places on my spice rack.

Then, just as quickly as he placed the first bottle down, he grabs another—one from my rack this time—and slips that one into his pocket. Checking over his shoulders one last time, he walks away. "What is he doing?” I whisper, leaning closer to watch the footage again.

Mr. Thompson's voice is hardly more than a whisper too. “He's swapping your spices, Abby. Just like you said.”

For a moment, it feels as though the room has suddenly flipped upside down. I'm at a loss for words. All I can do is stare at Mr. Thompson, unblinking, my eyes wide.

"Keep watching,” he says, nodding his head toward the screen again. “There's more.”

My body feels stiff, but I do as he says. The screen jumps forward, and it's the moment when Karl ran to the pantry to get the black truffles.

Time feels like it's standing still. Karl freezes in the pantry in a showdown of wills against Daniel's sous chef.

I can't hear what they're saying, but I can see everything; the other sous chef with his hand in the container of black truffles. He's dropping something inside, something that looks a whole hell of a lot different from the actual black truffles, which are in his other hand.

Karl says something. He points, then holds out his hand, palm facing up. The other sous chef shakes his head and says something else, and then...

Karl steps forward, taking the real black truffles from the sous chef. That's when all hell breaks loose. The other sous chef stands there for a moment, his eyes searching Karl. And then, suddenly, he grips his wrist out of nowhere and begins to wail. Karl looks around frantically, confused, and now I can see why.

Karl was right; he never touched the sous chef. He only took the truffles from him in an attempt to reveal the sabotage that was occurring. And yet, the security guards dragged him away, and the container of “black truffles’ was left untouched, with the wrong mushrooms inside.

The video ends and there's a lengthy silence in the room. My hand is clamped over my mouth, my eyes wide with shock.

"He... He did sabotage me after all,” I finally manage, my voice trembling. “And Karl never touched him.”

Mr. Thompson nods, the lines of his face easing ever so slightly. “Yes,” he says, leaning forward a little, his eyes trained on me. “And Daniel has been expelled from catering for the Alpha party. His status as winner was revoked.”

I swallow, still unsure of what exactly Mr. Thompson is trying to say. Did he only come here to prove my suspicions, or is it something else?

“What are you trying to say?” I murmur, my eyes leveling with his

Mr. Thompson looks at me for a moment. His eyes seem to shift, his expression changing from an unreadable mask to a sparkle beneath the surface that wasn't there before. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Abby," he says, leaning forward a little more, “I'm here to ask you if you will cater the Alpha party after all.”

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