Unable To Take It
When she mentioned their wedding, Vinson remained silent for a moment before revealing, “Mom, I’ve
been planning to propose to Arielle these few days.”
“You’re going to propose to her? That’s good news! You should’ve done this earlier!” Susanne was all for
it. “I’m experienced, so let me know if you need my help,” she reminded him.
Clearly, she had given them her blessing.
Ah, the weather is great today.
Vinson grunted in acknowledgment and waited until Susanne hung up. He got up and stood before the
window.
Right then, Rayson entered his office.
“Mr. Nightshire.”
Vinson spun on his heel and asked, “Have you got everything ready?”
“Yes, I have. However, there is still one thing missing.”
“What is it?”
“The item for this year.”
Arching a brow, Vinson answered, “You don’t have to prepare that. I’ll do it myself.”
“Yes!” Rayson responded and left the office.
Silence descended upon the office as Vinson’s lips quirked up.
He made a call to an international number belonging to Genevieve, the famous designer. “Hello,
Genevieve. Are you free recently?”
“Oh? You finally remembered me, huh? I’m surprised.”
“Stop teasing me,” Vinson said sternly. “I need your help.”
At the same time, after the contract signing at Moore Group ended, Arielle took a taxi to the third branch
of Maureen’s Kitchen.
The location of the third branch had been decided—inside the shopping mall that Vinson had helped her
choose previously.
If the second branch was just to test the waters, she wanted to use the third branch to make Maureen’s
Kitchen into a brand.
Once the brand was established, the restaurant would have to move upmarket and get standardized.
“Ms. Moore.” The person who was letting out the shop lot gestured for her to take a seat. “Previously, Mr.
Nightshire came to ask about my shop lot. I thought you wouldn’t choose it.”
Arielle nodded. “We were testing waters and picked a cheaper shot lot to reduce cost previously.”
The man grinned. “Ms. Moore, you’re rich. There’s no need to worry about the cost. Everyone in
Chanaea knows you’re the owner of Sann Group.”
“Oh? The news spread that fast?” Arielle was surprised.
The man nodded profusely. “Even my father, who is in his seventies, asked me whether Sann Group’s
owner had the intention to rent my shop lot.”
Arielle lowered her gaze and chuckled. “All right. Let’s get back to business. About the rental fee…”
They discussed for over an hour before finalizing the details.
The yearly rental fee was two hundred grand. Maureen’s Kitchen could use the equipment left behind by
the previous restaurant and cut down on the cost of buying new stuff.
Before leaving, Arielle asked, “I have a question. The shopping mall has a steady stream of customers.
So why did you decide to rent out the shop lot?”
In response, the man ran a hand through his hair in embarrassment. “I guess I can’t operate a business
well. My father said I’m not good at running a business. I was thinking of renting out the shop lot and
taking up a job at another restaurant by starting as a server,” he explained.
Arielle blinked at his words before inquiring, “I need to hire a manager. If you haven’t found a job, why
don’t you work in Maureen’s Kitchen?”
The man’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Can I?” he asked eagerly.
“Of course!” Arielle beamed.
With that, Arielle got herself a manager for her new branch.
After work was done, she immediately gave Vinson a call.
As Vinson didn’t reply to her text, she was unable to take it anymore.
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