Chapter 744

Chapter 744:

Ashton’s words were casual, but his tone carried conviction. They seemed to spark something in the group.

Covington laughed and said, “That makes total sense. We lived and worked together back then. Why should we care about our surnames and identities? We’re family.”

“So, can we come back now?” Esteban asked in a low voice.

“Hey, why do you have to ask? We are partly responsible for the restaurant’s downfall, so we owe it to ourselves to step back in and restore its glory,” Brewster asserted confidently.

Malcom’s face lit up with joy. He was relieved that the Figueroa brothers’ attitudes had changed. He laughed and nodded. “This place is your home. You’re always welcome to return as long as you’re willing.”

Ashton watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. He was secretly pleased with the way things had turned out.

At this time, Stephen was still outside the restaurant, unaware that in his impulsive attempt to challenge them, he had unwittingly brought the three top-notch chefs back to his enemy.

After being kicked out of the restaurant by Ashton’s staff, Stephen lingered outside without a care, humming a cheerful tune to himself.

In his mind, it was Ashton and his crew who should be embarrassed—not him.

This time, Stephen was convinced there was no way Ashton could come out on top.

Before long, he spotted the three Figueroa brothers exiting the restaurant.

Ignoring the mixed expressions on their faces, Stephen swaggered toward them and asked, “So, how did it go? Did they say when we’ll handle the transfer procedures?”

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Esteban simply shook his head and replied, “Nope.”

Stephen’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, so now they’re backing out just because I wasn’t there? Don’t worry—if they try to pull something with all those witnesses in the restaurant, I’ll make sure the press hears all about it!”

“Mr. Crawford, I believe you’re misunderstanding. They’re not here to deliver good news,” Ashton remarked, his voice smooth yet sharp.

Stephen’s eyes darted toward Ashton, who was strolling out of the restaurant with a mocking smile curling his lips.

That grin sent a jolt of unease straight to Stephen’s core, extinguishing the smug confidence he had moments before.

“What did he mean?” Stephen turned to the three brothers, his tone more forceful now. “Did you guys admit defeat? You still can’t break free from Malcom’s so-called kindness, even after all he’s done to you?”

Ashton’s smirk deepened. “Actually, Mr. Crawford, you’re still getting it wrong. They’re here to resign.”

Stephen stared, stunned into silence, as the Figueroa brothers gave subtle nods to confirm Ashton’s words.

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