She Sabotaged Me, I Let Her Ruin Him

Chapter 4

I glanced over; it looked like some kind of offal.

Eager to impress, Linda immediately walked up to Mr. Jameson and ladled a bowl for him.

"Mr. Jameson, please have a taste. This soup is the signature dish of this restaurant. I'm sure you'll love it."

Mr. Jameson took a sip and nodded. "It is indeed good."

He then stirred the soup with his spoon, spotted some animal offal, and asked, "Is this beef offal soup?"

Linda smiled and said, "This is lamb offal soup."

The moment the words left her mouth, all of our faces fell.

"The chef cleaned it really thoroughly, and it's stewed with spices. There's no gamey taste at all."

Mr. Jameson's hand holding the bowl trembled, and the entire bowl of soup spilled onto the floor.

The boss turned pale with shock. "Don't you know Mr. Jameson doesn't eat lamb?"

Linda's big eyes went wide again, her expression totally innocent. "I know that, so I didn't order lamb. I ordered lamb offal."

"Lamb offal is a part of lamb! Are you stupid or something?" the boss shouted.

"Boss, it's organ meat, not actual mutton! I even specifically told the chef not to put any lamb in it at all, not a single shred of meat."

The boss was so furious he rolled his eyes, practically ready to unleash every swear word he'd ever heard in his life.

Mr. Jameson stood up, swaying unsteadily on his feet. His secretary immediately supported him and said, "The reason Mr. Jameson doesn't eat lamb is that he's allergic to it! Anything sheep-related is lethal to him!"

We all jumped in fright; severe allergies can kill, after all.

Linda wore a confused expression. "I told you, this is lamb offal, not mutton. Besides, he only had a little bit of soup, he didn't eat any meat at all. How could he possibly trigger an allergy?"

The second she finished talking, Mr. Jameson started gasping for air, like he was about to stop breathing entirely.

The secretary immediately moved to help Mr. Jameson to the hospital. The boss and Samuel tried to step in to assist, but Mr. Jameson pushed them away with the last of his strength.

The two stood there stunned, watching Mr. Jameson's back as he walked away with support, watching a seven-figure contract evaporate into thin air.

The boss was so furious that he smashed the bowls and chopsticks on the spot, pointed at Samuel's nose and cursed out, "You useless piece of trash! I asked you to order a meal and you can't even get that right! What exactly is going through your head?"

Seeing Samuel being scolded, Linda couldn't stand by and watch. "I was the one who ordered the lamb offal soup. If you want to yell at someone, yell at me, boss."

The boss let out a cold sneer. "You think you can get away with this?! Let me make this clear: either you go and make things right with Mr. Jameson, or you get the hell out of here!"

Linda still failed to realize her mistake up to this point. "How is this my fault? Who knew he couldn't even eat lamb offal? I specifically told the chef not to add any lamb meat. What more do you want from me?"

Then she changed her tune. "Besides, I only ordered it because I heard from someone that Mr. Jameson likes lamb offal soup."

"Who said that? Who told you Mr. Jameson likes lamb offal soup?"

Linda turned around right away, lifted her hand, and pointed at me. "It's her. Maria told me herself this morning that Mr. Jameson likes lamb offal soup—that's why I ordered it."