My Waste Husband

Chapter 487

Looking at Henry's indifferent look, Sylvia couldn't help but ask, "Are you quite relaxed?"

"Of course." Henry stretched himself. "I have just eaten enough, and someone has prepared a place to rest. So enjoyable."

"Enjoyable?" Sylvia curled her lips. "Soon you will cry. You should think about how to solve this problem first."

"There's no need to think about it." Henry didn't care about it. "We know Charlie, don't we? If we find Charlie and convince him, we'll be fine. If not, I'll call Homer later. The old man has a good relationship with the French royal family."

Hearing Henry's words, Sylvia's felt relaxed. She didn't think about this just now. She remembered the conversation between Mr. Homer and Charlie last time. It was obvious that Mr. Homer knew Charlie's father.

Although she was relieved, Sylvia was still a little angry. She said, "If Charlie is not here and Mr. Homer doesn't answer the phone, what will you do?" Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Henry shook his head and said helplessly, "Then there's no other way. I have to find the master of this royal family myself."

At first, when Sylvia saw Henry's helpless face, she felt a little proud and thought that he had no way to deal with it. She thought that he could finally admit defeat once, but she didn't expect that Henry would say these words.

Who was the master of this royal family? That was the one with the greatest power in France! Nemur XI!

Megan couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You really like talking big!"

"I didn't talk big." Henry shook his head. "I really know the master of this royal family. What's his name?"

Henry tilted his head and thought about it, but he couldn't remember what the other party was called.

Sylvia shook her head. She had already thought that Henry was talking nonsense in her heart. What kind of identity would he have if he really knew Nemur XIII?

Outside the prison, Milan talked with Ian, but he would not agree to let them go. He insisted on reporting this matter to the royal family.

Milan was extremely anxious. This matter could be big or small deal. To put it bluntly, she was just welcoming friends with a meal. On the other hand, it could mean that she wanted to despise the prestige of the royal family.

This matter was put on Milan. Because of her teacher, Milan would at most receive a little punishment. But Sylvia and the other two people were different. If they were to be charged with intruding the royal palace, even the Chinese consulate would not be able to keep them safe.

Milan was extremely anxious. Now that Ian had reported this matter, it was useless to ask her teacher for help.

A thought came to her. "By the way, isn't Charlie in the royal house? If I find him, this matter will be solved easily. In Yinzhou, Charlie got along well with Sylvia. Charlie also invited Sylvia and Henry to Paris."

Thinking of this, Milan did not waste any more time talking with Ian and strode toward the main palace.

At this time, all the members of the royal family would have dinner in the main palace.

As a chef of the royal family's, Milan knew exactly how long this meal would take. It was still not too late to run over now.

Milan ran to the main palace. There were dozens of stone steps in front of the main palace, and she jumped over two or three steps while she was running. When she was about to make a sound and asked the guards in front of the door to report, she heard an angry shout coming from the main palace.

"Where's Jeffes? Call Jeffes here! Doctor! Inform the doctor!"

With this roar, the gate of the main palace was suddenly pushed open.

At this moment, several members of the royal family ran past Milan in panic.

Then, a beautiful woman with blond hair and blue eyes, with a tall and slender figure, appeared in front of the main palace. Milan recognized this person. She was the first princess of the French royal family, Princess Zola!

Princess Zola looked at Milan, who was standing on the stone steps, and shouted, "You, come here!"

After Princess Zola finished her words, she turned around and walked into the main palace.

Looking at Princess Zola's appearance, Milan had a bad feeling. She rushed into the main palace. Although there were countless luxurious facilities in the main palace, her eyes were still attracted by the dining table.

At this moment, he saw that Charlie was sitting weakly at the table. His handsome face was pale and the white foam was constantly flowing out of his mouth.

As soon as she saw this scene, she froze.

"Let me ask you, who made this dish today!" Princess Zola shouted. She was born in a royal family, and she was a kind of majesty.

"It was me..." Milan looked at the dishes on the table. Every dish was selected by her, prepared and cooked by her. There was absolutely no problem with it.

Princess Zola nodded and said, "That's right. Come on, arrest her!"

As soon as Princess Zola gave the order, several guards rushed up and grabbed toward Milan.

As soon as several guards rushed to the front of Milan, they heard a calm voice coming from the entrance of the main palace. "Princess Zola, what happened?"

A middle-aged man in his fifties appeared in front of the main palace. The middle-aged man wore a purple medal on his chest, which represented his identity. He was the chef of the French royal family, Jeffes, who was also the teacher of Milan and Ian.

Seeing Jeffes, Zola took a deep breath. Jeffes had been in the royal family since he was a teenager. Now that he had been in the royal family for more than 30 years, he was quite experienced.

Zola wasn't as aggressive as she was when she treated Milan. She opened her mouth and said, "Mr. Jeffes, my brother was poisoned when he was having dinner, it is probably food poisoning. I think you need to explain this."

"Food poisoning?" Jeffes frowned. He knew that today's dinner was prepared by Chef Milan. He knew her very well and she would never make any mistakes while preparing food.

Generally speaking, food poisoning would occur if the food was not cooked properly, or many kinds of food were cooked together. Such a problem would not happen in the imperial family's kitchen.

Nemur XIII sat on the main seat of the dining table without saying a word.

Jeffes strode to the table. He had been cooking for decades, and he could tell the degree of cooking with bare eyes. The dishes were all perfect, and the food was neither overcooked nor undercooked.

The dishes on the table, they were all cooked according to the custom-made recipe. There would be no problem at all.

Jeffes shook his head and looked at the Nemur XIII. "Your Excellency, I'm afraid that this time it's not a simple food poisoning, but someone poisoned food!"

Poison the food!

What Jeffes said made Nemur's face change.

Princess Zola's face suddenly turned livid. "Poison! Who has the chance to put poison in the food?!"

When Princess Zola was talking about this, the members of the royal family sitting on the table turned to look at Milan at the same time.