Chapter 47: A New Rival

Hailey stomped her foot, frustrated.

“Oh my gosh, Rachel, you’re incredible! You have your husband wrapped around your finger, and you still get to date all these men without getting caught. Meanwhile, I get caught once, and I end up divorced! This is so unfair!”

Rachel chuckled, sipping her coffee. “Well, your problem is that your ex-husband was a lowly delivery man. Mine is a businessman—he’s always traveling. He doesn’t have time to suspect anything, let alone catch me. It’s all about opportunity, darling.”

Hailey sighed, shaking her head. “Ugh, I should’ve picked someone else.”

Rachel smirked. “So, what’s with the sudden invitation? Spill.”

With a smug smile, Hailey pulled out the contract she had signed with Ace Corporation and handed it over.

Rachel’s eyes widened. “No way. You actually closed the deal? And they named the project after you?”

Hailey tossed her hair back, pleased with herself. “Of course.”

Rachel raised a brow. “So… did you sleep with the president of Ace Corporation?”

Hailey rolled her eyes. “Seriously? I’m not that easy.”

Rachel laughed. “Uh-huh. Weren’t you the one who slept with Tyler Collins just to secure an investor for your family’s business?”

Hailey groaned and playfully threw her scrunchie at Rachel.

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Jordan’s Power Move

That same evening, in the president’s office at Ace Corporation, Jordan sat across from Steve Williams, a veteran restaurant mogul in Orlando.

Steve owned several high-end restaurants, always competing with Zack Smith, the dominant name in the industry.

Unfortunately for Steve, Zack had always been a step ahead—better marketing, better investors, and stronger connections.

But now, Jordan saw an opportunity.

Jordan leaned back in his chair, offering Steve a cigarette. “I want to buy all your restaurants in Orlando.”

Steve exhaled slowly, considering it.

Jordan continued, “I guarantee that Zack Smith will be completely finished within two months. He’ll lose his hold over Orlando. Just name your price.”

Steve hesitated. He was in his fifties, and his passion for the business had dwindled. All he really wanted was a comfortable retirement and a secure future for his son.

Finally, he spoke. “Ten million. For all seven of my restaurants.”

Jordan nodded immediately. “Done.”

Steve blinked. “That fast?”

Jordan smirked. “You’re getting a good deal.”

After finalizing the purchase, Jordan immediately called Butler Frank.

“I want a brand-new logo designed for Cloud Cafeteria. The best designer in the country. Have all seven restaurants rebranded overnight. And while you’re at it, book some of the hottest singers to perform at the grand opening.”

Butler Frank responded promptly, “Yes, Mr. Steele.”

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A New Name, A New Threat

The next morning, a crowd gathered outside a newly renamed restaurant in downtown Orlando.

The signboard read:

Cloud Cafeteria.

The letters gleamed in the sunlight, seemingly floating in mid-air.

Onlookers gawked.

“The name changed overnight?”

“Isn’t this one of Zack Smith’s old rival restaurants?”

“I heard Zack himself bought it! Wow, he must be expanding.”

Just then, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up.

Inside sat Zack Smith, Orlando’s top restaurant mogul.

He had come early to oversee preparations for Tyler Collins’ proposal event.

But when he looked out the window and saw the massive crowd gathered outside the restaurant across from his…

His blood ran cold.

“Ray, what’s going on over there?”

His chauffeur, Ray, squinted. “Looks like the place has been renamed, sir. Want me to find out who’s behind it?”

“Forget that,” Zack snapped. “Pull over. I want to see for myself.”

As Zack stepped out, murmurs spread through the crowd.

“Mr. Smith! I heard you bought this place. The new name and signboard look incredible!”

Zack frowned.

He hadn’t bought anything.

Then he saw the glowing Cloud Cafeteria sign.

His jaw clenched.

Who dares challenge me on my own turf?