I, Simond, the apartment manager. Unfortunately, a medical accident cost me my license to practice medicine. And with that, my future was completely ruined. No hospital or medical institution in Newdeth City would ever hire a foolish doctor who left gauze inside a patient. To survive, I had to swallow my pride and take on a more menial job. Eventually, I became an apartment manager. The meager salary was just enough for basic living. I didn’t really care about it anymore. Edward was taken aback. Am I really that foolish? Just as the head of the special operations team was sinking into self-doubt, a sweet scent of pastries wafted into his nose. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Edward’s head. “Did you come here for lunch?” When he saw Jason nod, Edward finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I’m not really foolish. And as Edward was sighing in relief, so was Jason. Good thing lunchtime came right on cue. Jason pushed the door open, and the doorbell chimed crisply. “Jason, you’re back.” “Lunch will be ready in a moment.” The female pastry chef, busy with a chocolate banana boat, looked up with a smile. “I’m going to wash my hands.” Jason said, heading towards the hallway. At that moment, Edward related the recent events to the pastry chef. “How did Jason know?” In the end, Edward couldn’t help but ask. “Everything was obvious!” “Mr. Simond, the apartment manager’s expression gave everything away.” “He was far too calm.” “He didn’t look at all like someone seeing a dead body for the first time.” “Or more accurately, not like someone uninvolved who had seen a body.” “With Jason’s sharp observational skills, he surely would have picked up on that.” The pastry chef said matter-of-factly. “So you mean… Jason was bluffing him?” Edward, a bit stunned, asked. “Jason isn’t that kind of person.” “It must have been when little Bansey took Mr. Simond to open the door, Jason had already checked the drawer where the murder weapon was stored, and that’s how he pinned down the murderer.” The pastry chef waved her hand, correcting the mistake in Edward’s words. Edward nodded in realization and then, gave a thumbs-up to Jason, who had just come out. “Truly sharp observational skills and meticulous action.” After speaking, Edward walked out. He was not there for the meal. Though the banana boat was tempting. He needed to go back to Bansey and others to clarify their queries, proving that although he was not as observant as Jason, he was only slightly less so. As the doorbell rang out crisply, Edward ran back even faster than before. The pastry chef carried over a jumbo-sized chocolate banana boat. In the huge glass dish, cream circled the outside, twin rows of whole bananas lined up on top, with two scoops of ice cream, and a waffle, arranged in over a dozen layers. Rolling chocolate sauce poured over from the top. Instantly, the rich aroma was tempting. Jason took his spoon and dug out a large chunk from top to bottom. The bite contained chocolate sauce, hot waffles, cool ice cream, ripe bananas, and sweet cream all at once. Upon tasting, these flavors burst forth rapidly on the palate. Especially the hot waffles and the cold ice cream. They were like a pair of protagonists constantly at battle, not only emitting their own appeal but also energizing the other flavors around them. His hand moved with swiftness, creating layers of illusions. Jason dug in, spoon after spoon. The jumbo-size banana boat disappeared at a visible rate. The pastry chef, smiling, brought out another plate from the counter. Then, she turned and picked up a pot of freshly brewed red tea. Just as Jason finished his second chocolate banana boat and picked up the tea cup— “Good afternoon, Instructor Jason, Giselle.” Tedi, the president of the Saint Mungo student council, walked in, greeting them both.