Chapter 1716
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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.
Cabinda was crawling with wealthy elites, and most parents were far too busy running empires to actually cook for their kids.
As long as the kitchen guaranteed. organic ingredients, pristine hygiene, and phenomenal taste t those
parents would happily pay exorbitant prices.
Unsurprisingly, Finnian was already running the logistics in his head.
“I could easily clear five grand a month doing that,” Claire calculated for him.
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“You’re too kind, Finnian!”
“I won’t just run your marketing; I’ll secure an agricultural contract to supply you with
elite-tier meat, dairy, and produce.”
Perfect. His retirement plan was officially locked in.
Steele immediately chimed in. “Then I’ll launch a specialized logistics fleet to handle all your high-speed deliveries!”
Everyone laughed, enjoying the easy banter. Seeing it was getting late, Claire
grabbed Dane’s hand and waved goodbye to her security detail.
Once the elevator doors closed,
Dane smoothly pinned the young woman against the wall. “No need to rush I already called Padgettand told him we’d be late.”
Not just because of traffic, but because his girl had needed the extra sleep.
While Dane navigated the chaotic city traffic, Claire briefed him on the terrifying reality of their mission.
“Honestly, we got incredibly lucky. The moment we crossed the border, we ran into Flora Marigold, which led us straight to Silas.”
“If we hadn’t crossed paths with Flora, Silas would have definitely bled out before we found him.”
Silas wasn’t just a top-tier FIB operative; he was the fiercely protected heir of his entire dynasty.
If he had died in that warzone, the resulting political earthquake would have torn his family apart.
Even Tilda, despite being married off, would have been dragged into the fallout.
“Your luck was definitely off the charts.”
Dane nodded, agreeing that it simply wasn’t Silas’s time to die.
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