Chapter 738
Chapter 738:
Standing just behind Ashton, Morris leaned in to whisper, his tone low and cautious. “Mr. Baldwin, I understand why you had to agree, but please be mindful of Brewster and his brothers. Their skills are no joke. I accepted Stephen’s offer to head Simon Restaurant because I respected the three men’s culinary expertise. They’re not far below my level—they just never bothered to apply for Michelin certification.”
Ashton’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I appreciate the warning, Morris. But if their skills are comparable to yours, then we have nothing to worry about, do we? With our combined skills, they don’t stand a chance.”
Though Ashton and Morris spoke in hushed tones, Stephen, standing nearby, overheard their exchange.
He let out a derisive laugh, his voice sharp with mockery. “Misunderstanding something, aren’t you?” he sneered. “The Figueroa brothers didn’t lose to the likes of you two. They lost to Malcom. So, this time, their competition isn’t with you—it’s with him.”
At Stephen’s words, the Figueroa brothers paused, caught off guard. But after a brief moment of surprise, their expressions shifted to ones of intrigue and determination.
Covington’s lips curled into a sly smirk. “Mr. Crawford, that’s a brilliant idea. The way we lost back then… is exactly how we’ll win today.” The other two men exchanged glances, their expressions conflicted.
Before they could say anything, Malcom exploded, his voice ringing out with fury. “You despicable bastards! Especially you three! You know full well my cooking skills are terrible, yet you choose to challenge me, the easy target? What kind of low move is that?” His anger escalated, his face reddening. “I should never have convinced my father to take you in, let alone teach you the culinary arts! You’re nothing but ungrateful traitors!”
Brewster and Esteban stiffened at Malcom’s words, their faces darkening as they swallowed the words they had been ready to blurt out.
After a moment of tense silence, Brewster smirked coldly. “We lost to you once before—why can’t we challenge you again? What’s wrong, Malcom? If you’re scared, just admit defeat now and save us all the time.”
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 ➝ g⸽a⸽l⸽n⸽o⸽v⸽e⸽l⸽s⸽.⸽c⸽o⸽m
Malcom’s face turned crimson with anger, and he opened his mouth, ready to fire back with a string of curses.
But before he could, Ashton reached out and grabbed his arm.
He leaned in and whispered a few words in Malcom’s ear.
Malcom’s fuming expression shifted into one of confusion. “Ashton, are you sure about that? What if we lose? Did you really see this clearly?”
Ashton’s calm confidence was unwavering. “Do you want to back down, or do you want to find out the truth? I’m willing to take full responsibility if things don’t go our way. Trust me.”
Malcom hesitated, glancing over at Stephen and the three Figueroas. His jaw tightened as he weighed his options.
Finally, he let out a long breath and straightened his posture. “If it weren’t for you, this restaurant would already belong to Stephen,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “Since you’re so sure about that, I’ll give it a try and accept their challenge!”
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