While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Veyra’s Hidden Backing

The cafe had grown quiet as the late afternoon sun began to dip. The lively jazz track playing earlier had shifted to a slow, mellow tune. Across the room, only a couple of customers remained, silently sipping their cold drinks over glowing laptops.

​Mia was still staring across the table at Veyra, completely stunned.

​Five hundred thousand. The massive number practically hovered in the air between them.

​"I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you are giving me five hundred thousand dollars to work with," Mia whispered, her voice full of awe.

​"It is not a gift for you to spend freely, Mia. It is the foundation for our business," Veyra clarified, leaning forward to rest her forearms on the table. "Now, let’s nail down our market positioning."

​Mia blinked, trying to pull herself back into business mode. "Positioning?"

​"Yes. What kind of vibe we are going for, what our brand stands for, and who we are selling to," Veyra said smoothly. "You brought up the area around Etland Medical University earlier. Tell me more about what that neighborhood is actually like."

​Mia sat up a little straighter, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. This was an area she knew like the back of her hand, having spent countless hours thinking about it.

​"The crowd around the university is really unique," Mia explained, her tone becoming sharp and analytical. "You have regular students who are grinding every day to change their lives, but you also have kids from really wealthy backgrounds who come there to network, build connections, and step into high society."

​Veyra listened quietly, nodding along.

​"Because of that mix, our shop cannot look low-end," Mia pointed out. "It can’t just be another cheap, pop-up bubble tea counter with plastic stools. It needs to feel elevated, polished, and premium. It has to be a place where people are proud to hang out and carry our cups around campus."

​A genuine smile touched Veyra’s lips. "That is the exact same vision I had in mind."

​Mia hesitated for a second, her smile fading slightly as she looked down at her folded hands.

​"Is something wrong?" Veyra asked gently.

​"There is something I need to be totally honest about," Mia said quietly, looking back up. "Five hundred thousand is a huge amount of money. Neither of us has ever built a business from scratch like this before, and if I am being completely truthful, the financial risk terrifies me."

​Veyra didn’t interrupt, giving her the space to voice her doubts.

​"What if we start a little smaller?" Mia suggested, her tone cautious. "We could secure a smaller footprint, pay lower rent, and keep our monthly overhead low. That way, we can learn how to run things together before we try to scale up to something massive."

​She looked at Veyra nervously, waiting for her reaction. "What do you think?"

​Veyra reached across the small table and gently placed her hand over Mia’s.

​Mia’s fingers were cold and trembling slightly from the sheer weight of the decision.

​"I completely understand your fear," Veyra said softly, her voice full of warmth. "Honestly, I feel that same fear all the time. Every single time I make a major move or take a risk, my stomach flips."

​Mia’s dark eyes glistened with unshed tears.

​"But I also have real confidence," Veyra continued, giving her hand a firm squeeze. "I have complete confidence in your ability to manage the shop, I have confidence in my recipes, and I have confidence that you and I make a great team."

​Mia swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. "But what if we end up failing?"

​"Then we fail," Veyra replied without hesitation. "We take the loss, pick ourselves up, and figure out our next move. But we cannot let fear trap us before we even take our very first step."

​Mia stayed silent for a long moment, processing the steady reassurance in Veyra’s words. Slowly, the tension left her shoulders, and she let out a long breath.

​"Okay," Mia said, a soft smile returning to her face. "Okay. Let’s do it your way."

​Veyra released her hand, unzipped her side bag, and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook. Its dark cover was worn around the edges, the corners frayed, and the paper inside was slightly yellowed with age.

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