The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1716

However, the grateful architect quietly doubled his daily payment to forty bucks.

Truthfully, even if he hired a private chef to cook three meals a day, the quality wouldn't come close to this.

It was healthy, mouthwatering, and impeccably clean.

It perfectly met all their dietary needs.

Since Finnian was cooking for them, Justin, the architect, genuinely assumed Finnian was a professional private chef.

"This setup is absolutely perfect. Please tell me you're never moving, because we want to eat your food forever!"

The architect was Justin, and his son was Leo.

Both father and son were absolute die-hard fans of Finnian's cooking.

During the few days Finnian was deployed on the black-ops mission, the poor duo had practically starved.

When Dane came to pick Claire up, he spotted Justin handing Finnian a massive box of premium regional specialties.

"Mr. White, please, you have to accept this. My parents shipped this authentic smoked bacon straight from the province. The flavor profile is incredible."

"Seriously, dice this up and throw it into tonight's fried rice. It'll blow your mind!"

Finnian never imagined his undercover bodyguard gig would turn into a booming culinary enterprise.

He had, of course, reported this bizarre development to FIB command.

Command's response was that any cash he made was his to keep, and running a micro-kitchen was actually the perfect cover story for a sleeper agent.

Since his superiors had greenlit it, turning down free money seemed stupid.

He was clearing an extra few hundred bucks a week, bringing him one step closer to buying a house in Cabinda.

Claire even suggested that once he retired from active duty, he should open an exclusive meal-prep service catering strictly to wealthy students.

A boutique, home-style kitchen operation like that wouldn't require grueling hours, but it was incredibly lucrative.

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