Chapter 735

Chapter 735:

Stephen sneered, his eyes narrowing in disgust. “Another chance? You think you deserve another chance?” He kicked Marc again, sending him sprawling. “If I hadn’t watched you grow up, I’d have thrown you into the sea already! Now get out of my sight!…

And once you’ve dragged yourself out of here, call the Figueroa brothers. Tell them to meet me immediately. Since Skyline Restaurant is doing so well these days, it’s time we pay them a visit—and cause a little trouble.”

A week had quietly passed since the fateful bet with the Carter family. During this time, while Skyline Group had announced its plans to invest in Staville and its merger with Golden Restaurant to compete in the culinary showdown, tangible progress seemed limited.

Yet, Ashton was not the least bit anxious. The results of the first week had already far surpassed his expectations.

In the wake of the cooking competition, Skyline Restaurant, now under the banner of Skyline Group, had experienced an explosive surge in popularity. The number of diners had skyrocketed by an astonishing 200%.

Tables that once sat empty now bustled like beehives, serving diners in rapid succession—ten rounds or more each day. If not for the glaring shortage of staff, the surge in patrons might have been even greater.

Although the restaurant now bore a new name, Malcom still stood at its helm.

Despite Malcom’s offer to hand over ownership to Ashton, Ashton had refused, insisting on merging the restaurant into Skyline Group as an equal partner rather than acquiring it outright.

Malcom, grinning so widely it seemed his face might split, had no regrets. Ashton’s arrival had breathed life into the dying restaurant, not only restoring its former glory but elevating it beyond its prime.

Outside, a line of eager diners snaked around the block, while inside, the clatter of plates and the hum of satisfied chatter filled the air. For the first time, Malcom began to believe that Ashton could actually topple Pavilion Foods Group—a giant that had once seemed invincible.

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In the kitchen, Ashton was deep in a lesson, guiding Morris through the delicate art of processing meat.

Despite his packed schedule, Ashton found time to mentor Morris, whose potential and dedication he deeply admired. After taking him on as an apprentice, Ashton had spent two days at the restaurant, generously correcting Morris’ techniques and helping him refine his craft.

Morris, eager and studious, had soaked up Ashton’s wisdom like a parched sponge. Yet, curiosity nagged at him like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

During a rare moment of respite, Morris mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Baldwin, who taught you your culinary skills? Some of the techniques you’ve shown me are…”

“Unlike anything I’ve encountered in all my years. Even your chopping skills—it’s like an art form!”

Ashton chuckled, his tone light yet sincere. “Cooking? That’s just a pastime of mine. I’ve never formally trained under anyone.”

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