Couldn't she see he was trying to get to Miss Serena?
Apparently not.
How could Isabella pass up a chance to redeem herself after her earlier humiliations? How could she let go of an opportunity to showcase her connections in front of Nicholas?
Mr. Marshall was the perfect prop to boost her ego.
Isabella lifted her chin, her lips curving into a proud and confident smile. "Yes, my instructor is the renowned chef from Caldoria, Mr. Calvin."
Mr. Marshall's frown deepened. He clearly had no recollection of who Calvin was.
Besides, the name sounded foreign.
That immediately soured his mood. A perfectly good Elyndor native taking a foreigner as a teacher and acting so smug about it. What was there to be proud of?
Out of respect for Serena, Mr. Marshall kept his thoughts to himself and just gave a noncommittal hum.
He tried to step around Isabella.
But she was persistent.
She continued to pester him until Mr. Marshall’s expression darkened. Finally losing his patience, he raised a hand and pushed away Isabella’s outstretched arm. "Excuse me, miss, please let me pass."
The saccharine, intimate smile Isabella had carefully crafted instantly froze on her face.
Then, she watched in disbelief as Mr. Marshall walked straight past her, hurrying toward Serena.
When his gaze landed on Serena, the impatience he had shown Isabella vanished like a storm cloud, replaced by a bright smile.
"Miss Serena, are you leaving already?" Mr. Marshall’s eyes were practically sparkling as he looked at her.
Serena, however, showed no sign of being flattered by the attention of a world-renowned master chef. Instead, she coolly glanced up at him and asked dryly, "What's the problem now?"
Isabella’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
She clenched her fists, thinking with bitter resentment—a country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin! Serena probably has no idea who Mr. Marshall even is!

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