The Lennox family possessed a profound culinary heritage. Rumor had it their ancestors were royal chefs for generations.
What incredible talent.
Bringing them on board meant she could eventually launch a premium royal tasting menu.
The mere thought made Mira's mouth water. She couldn't wait to find time to sample their craftsmanship.
She toyed with the idea of having Mason apprentice under them. If Rachel picked up a few tricks too, it would make managing her own kitchen that much smoother.
Snapping back to the present, Mira asked, "Did you ever consider relocating and reopening in another city?"
"We tried," Quinton Lennox admitted heavily. "But someone kept sabotaging our operations. We had no choice but to shut down."
Porter Entertainment was truly ruthless.
Master Ellis's informants had previously mentioned that the Lennox family was forced to work in someone else's kitchen.
At Quinton's words, Owen glanced at Mira. "If you open a steakhouse now, you'll be going head-to-head with Porter Entertainment."
"Master Ellis warned me too," Mira replied. "But our EcoRide rollout in Melvion City is nearing saturation. We've already drawn their attention. Even if we don't open a restaurant, we'll still end up crossing paths.
"Besides, we can't launch overnight. Scouting a location, renovations, hiring, training—that takes at least a month. If we manage to open by the holidays, we'll probably be colliding with them anyway."
Mira shifted her gaze back to Quinton. "Do you want to reopen your own place?"
"More than anything. And I'm confident we can crush Azure Skillet's quality," Quinton said with a spark of defiance. "To be honest, when they forced us to hand over our recipes, we held back. What we gave them was deeply flawed. Over the years, we've kept refining our craft. We have several entirely new spice blends ready to go."
It was a golden rule: never cross a master craftsman. If they wanted to sabotage your product from the inside, you'd never even see it coming.
"Perfect," Mira said with a sharp smile. "From now on, we're on the same team."
"As long as you can guarantee my family's safety, you'll have our absolute dedication in the kitchen," Quinton promised. "Just give us a ten percent stake in the profits."
"I'll give you twenty," Mira countered without missing a beat.
Generosity bought loyalty, and she needed them fully invested.
Mira turned to Master Ellis. "Send over a few more of your top disciples. I'm putting their safety in your hands."
Jordan Ellis shot her a withering glare. "You brat. Do you think my elite disciples grow on trees?"


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