Chapter 51
As the soup heated on the gas stove, green bubbles began to surface.
What was this? It looked more like something from a toilet than food.
Queenie recoiled at the sight, feeling her stomach churn. Even Walter couldn’t hide his discomfort. He glanced around at the other tables, noticing that several patrons were eagerly digging into the same dish, their expressions full of enjoyment.
Seeing this, Walter let out a sigh of relief and said lightly, “Queenie, Dr. Calcraft specifically ordered it for you. You shouldn’t ignore his kindness.”
Queenie shot a venomous glare at Nash. She felt an intense urge to tear this man apart.
Nash, however, paid her no mind. He simply continued to sip his chicken noodle soup.
With a deep breath, Queenie closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She then picked up a small spoon and scooped a ladle of the thick, greenish soup. She blew on it to cool it slightly before bringing it to her mouth.
At that moment, all eyes were on Queenie, waiting for her reaction.
Unable to bear the stares, she snapped, “What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”
The surrounding patrons quickly averted their gaze, not daring to look again.
Queenie looked down at the spoonful of bitter, yellow-green liquid and, despite her revulsion, pinched her nose and took a sip. The taste was unbearable—bitter, with an earthy, grassy flavor, and a confusing mix of seasonings.
“Does it taste good?” Nash asked, his voice full of curiosity.
Queenie refused to answer him. She merely forced herself to drink the unpleasant soup, her expression one of quiet misery.
After finishing a small bowl, she turned to her grandfather, her face drained of color. “Grandpa, I’m full…”
Walter’s face darkened. “You have to finish it.”
Reluctantly, Queenie obeyed. She scooped another small bowl of the vile soup, trying to hide her disgust. While she did, she quickly pulled out her phone and searched for “haggis soup.”
Walter, seeing her discomfort but not commenting on it, raised his glass toward Nash again. “I wonder when you’ll be free, Dr. Calcraft? My wife’s health has been declining recently, and I’m afraid—”
“My consultation fee is a hundred million,” Nash interrupted, not even glancing up from his soup. “We can go once we’re done eating.”
A hundred million for a consultation fee!
Walter’s brow furrowed slightly. This young man was as bold as they came.
He had just offered a hundred million in compensation as a sincere apology, but now, Nash was asking for another hundred million as his fee. Even Thomas, were he alive, would never dare to ask for such an amount.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Walter smiled and said, “A hundred million isn’t an issue, as long as you can help my wife, Dr. Calcraft.”
But just as he finished speaking, Queenie, who had been researching haggis soup on her phone, suddenly turned pale. Her stomach lurched, and she rushed to the side, vomiting violently.
Her pretty face was as white as paper, and her eyes were filled with horror. The unpleasant concoction had caused her severe discomfort—stomach cramps followed by uncontrollable vomiting.
Nash, disgusted, quietly moved his chair aside, while Brian, standing by, spoke in a low voice. “Grandmaster, did we push the joke too far?”
Not everyone could stomach haggis soup, especially when it came to its unique and strong ingredients. This was especially true for women, let alone someone like Queenie from the wealthiest family.
“I didn’t force her to drink it, and it’s not like it’s inedible,” Nash said indifferently, showing little sympathy.
Queenie glared at him, her fury boiling over. “Calcraft, I’ll remember this!” she yelled.
Nash responded nonchalantly, “No thanks. I already have a girlfriend.”
Queenie, her anger now at a boiling point, grabbed her bag off the table and stormed out of the restaurant.
Walter, now feeling somewhat embarrassed, gave an awkward smile and said, “Don’t mind her, Dr. Calcraft. She’s been pampered her whole life and can’t stand the slightest bit of hardship.”
Nash, still unfazed, replied coolly, “I don’t care how your family members handle hardships, but you’d better remind them not to mess with me. I’ll let Kai’s incident slide, but if it happens again, it won’t just be a car getting smashed.”