Chapter 882

Not Good Enough

James sat beside them, and he scoffed. “Well, your mom said she helped out, but I don’t believe it at all.”

Helen glared at him. “What did you say, James? Do you think Minerva is just an incompetent fool? She
helped me out with everything, and do you see that salad there? She made it herself. Everyone eats
salad overseas.”

James sneered. “Well, I’m not overseas, and I don’t like salad. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, but you’re
gonna get worms in your belly if you eat this stuff.”

Helen snarled, “Oh, what do you know, you bumpkin? This is healthy food! All the foreigners eat this.”

James glared at her. “Then why don’t you pack up and move overseas? Oh, and don’t cook the meat.
Eat it raw. I mean, it’s healthy food according to you.”

Helen was irritated by that attitude. “That’s just nonsense! You can’t have raw meat! There are parasites
in there! Vegetables are different! You know nothing, you—”

“And you’re an insufferable know-it-all,” James retorted.

Sasha quickly stepped in. “Alright, stop fighting, you two. Everyone has their preferences. Matthew, let’s
wash up for now.”

After they were done washing up, they came back to the table for dinner.



The salad was sitting right in front of James, but he turned it away without a second look. “Disgusting.”
He pouted.



Annoyed, Helen was about to yell at him again, but Minerva stopped her. “It’s normal, Aunt Helen. Only
young people like us like salad, so why don’t you have some, Matthew?” She pushed the salad to
Matthew while looking at him expectantly.

Matthew glanced at her for a moment, then he popped a spoonful in his mouth. When Minerva confirmed
that he had taken a bite with her very own eyes, she was overjoyed.

Matthew chewed at it a few times, but he shook his head. “It needs more dressing. Give me a second. I’ll
get some from the kitchen.”

Matthew then went into the kitchen, leaving Minerva surprised. “Huh? But that’s how I have my salad
overseas.”

Helen explained, “Maybe it’s different around here, Minerva. Besides, Matthew likes heavier food. He
doesn’t really like lighter things like salad.”

It took Matthew a while, but he eventually came back out with the salad. “Done,” he said.

Minerva looked at it and pushed the salad to Sasha. “Have a taste, Sasha.”

Sasha had a bite and commented on it, but she didn’t dwell on the salad that much. Unbeknownst to her,
Minerva’s eyes were glinting with a cunning gleam. Finally, Minerva convinced Sasha and Matthew to
finish the whole plate.

Every time they took a bite, the light in Minerva’s eyes glinted brighter. She poured the whole bottle of
poison into the salad since Wilson told her it would only work at room temperature. I bet the poison’s
gotten to them now. They’ve finished the whole salad.

Minerva was delighted. Finally done with the job. Once she had taken the villa area’s project back, she
could marry Wilson and become the madam of the Lachs. When that came to pass, she could do



anything she wanted in Eastcliff. I’ll be a part of the top echelon here. That thought delighted her. That’s
my dream life.






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