I Love You, Miss Genius

Chapter 40

It was just a game of chess. What could possibly happen? What were the chances of Ivor forcing himself on her?

‘Knock Knock Knock. She rapped on his door.

A deep, charming voice responded, “Come in.”

Bonnie smelled a wonderful cologne as soon as she pushed the door open. Ivor definitely used the good stuff.

Ivor was sitting in a chair. A chessboard had been set up in front of him. He had even gotten someone to prepare tea. Ivor took a slow sip as steam wafted over his sharp eyes. The steam lingered, giving his handsome features an almost ethereal sense of charm.

“The tea master brewed this. Have a taste.”

“Sure.” Bonnie didn’t bother to stand on formalities. She lifted the cup and tasted the tea. “This is Mariage Frères. It’s been brewed very well, too.”

He raised his brow and asked playfully, “How do you know it’s Mariage Frères?”

Mariage Frères was one of the most prestigious tea companies in Parisia. It produced extraordinary teas in small quantities. Most people had never even heard of it.

“Is it hard for ordinary people to tell what it is?” Bonnie answered nonchalantly and set the cup down. on the table.

“Have you tasted it before?”

“I have. I’ve tasted all kinds of teas. You could say I’ve tasted every tea imaginable.” She said. Ivor would have dismissed what she said as lies in the past, but he hesitated to think that of her now. Bonnie might be young, but she was far more skilled than the average person.

“How surprising. You might be young, but you seem to have some experience with tea. Are you going to tell me that you’re a tea master next?” Ivor poured her another cup of tea and said

condescendingly.

“You could say that,” she said with a blank face. “I could’ve brewed better than this.”

Ivor was speechless. Bonnie said that she had tasted every tea imaginable, but anyone who was rich enough could do that. However, it was simply arrogance to say that she could brew better tea than a

tea master.

Tea–brewing was a skill that took practice. Even if Bonnie were to learn it from scratch, she wouldn’t have been able to surpass a tea master.

“I employ a famous tea master, Quenton Hill. If you’re a tea master yourself, you must have heard of

him.”

“Quenton? Is he working for you?” She put down her cup of tea and asked.

Quenton?!

For a second, Ivor thought he had misheard her. Quenton Hill had won several championships in the World Tea Art Tournament, and he was also senior consultant of the International Tea Association.

He brewed divine teas. He could turn even the most humble tea leaves into something hauntingly aromatic. Ivor had spent several million dollars to hire Quenton to be his personal tea master, but here Bonnie was, talking about the tea master as if they were friends!

“Where is he? It’s been a long time since I last saw him.” Bonnie asked excitedly.

“He’s gone home,” Ivor said lightly, instead of exposing her for the fraud she was.

Bonnie looked like she was disappointed with his answer. She put up such a good act that Ivor had to wonder if she was delusional.

That worried him. If she kept lying to people, someone would expose her one day. She would be opening herself up to harsh remarks and embarrassment when that happened..

Perhaps he should teach her a lesson by bringing her down a little. That would teach her to be more humble. Making up his mind, Ivor said, “I have some tea leaves here. You said you could brew

something better than Quenton. I’d love to have a taste. Just how good can your tea be?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.