"Huh?" Finn Taylor's face fell. He couldn't help but feel as though Third Master Gold had duped him.
He looked at the latter, who merely nodded at him. "That's right. I agreed to give you half of the company's shares, but I also promised my granddaughter that she'd have the final say in the company. That also means that my granddaughter has the final say as to whether the Gold family will collaborate with the Larson family. She even has the final say over whether you receive half of the company's shares."
Finn Taylor was certain that he had been duped.
"What, it's not like I've never cooked for you. You've been cooking in the Larson family for three years. Can't you even cook a meal for me?" Kimberly Gold was displeased and grumbled with her arms akimbo.
With no other choice, Finn Taylor could only agree to her demands.
"What a coincidence. Finn Taylor, why don't you make an extra meal? I'll eat my lunch here too."
