A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1995: Princess, You Are Not Thinking Escaping Again?

There was an ill-concealed tiredness on her beautiful face.

Jeffree had officially declared her the Moreton Family’s only successor a few days ago, and started to give her complete control, and let her take over the family’s business.

Furthermore, Jeffree groomed her personally, and gave her support in all aspects, which allowed her to quickly establish her authority in the family’s business and swiftly take over.

However, as a newbie who had just started on business management in the past few months, even though she had tried very hard to digest this information, she still felt inadequate.

She didn’t sleep for the whole night. After settling some matters in the morning, she decided to go to Mamy Restaurant to chat with Mag. Even just drinking a cup of tea with him could make her feel a little better.

The horse-drawn carriage stopped, and the coachman informed, “Missy, we have arrived at Mamy Restaurant.”

“Alright.” Gloria alighted from the horse-drawn carriage.

“Taking a one-month break?” Three minutes later, Gloria stood at the restaurant’s door, and looked at the notice at the door with a shocked and disappointed expression.

Mamy Restaurant closed for business without any warning, and for a whole month at that.

Gloria felt an unexplainable disappointment, as if a very important person had suddenly embarked on a long journey without saying goodbye to her.

After standing at the restaurant’s door for a long time in silence, Gloria sat down at the bench outside the restaurant for a long time too.

About 30 minutes later, Gloria suddenly stood up, and turned around to look at the Mamy Restaurant’s gleaming signboard under the sunlight with a bright smile on her face.

“Mr. Mag said before that only we ourselves could decide how to lead our lives. Since I have chosen this route, I will just continue on it.” Gloria turned to walk to the horse-drawn carriage. She looked relaxed and confident again, and the tiredness on her face went away.

Gloria got onto the carriage, and instructed, “Go to the Blue Suede Factory.”

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Abraham stood next to a horse-drawn carriage, watched the servants carry all kinds of stuff onto a flying steed, and sighed, “Sigh, what’s going on? Why are we having a war when we are having such good times?”

A steed came from afar.

“Here it is!” Abraham’s eyes lit up, and he looked at the knight rushing over from afar expectantly. The knight stopped in front of him.

Abraham looked at the empty-handed knight and frowned. “Where’s the breakfast?”

“My lord, Mamy Restaurant is closed. The notice hanging on the door said the restaurant was closed for one month because his children were having a term break, and they were going away for a vacation and looking for ingredients,” that knight replied nervously.

“There’s something like that!” Abraham’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect that the last breakfast before he left Chaos City would simply be gone like this.

“However, Boss Mag dotes on Little Boss the most. It’s natural that he would bring the children out during the term break. We just have to pity those customers who are addicted to Mamy Restaurant.” Abraham sighed, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

“Hehe. I can’t eat it, but neither can any of you. I feel better when I think like that.” Abraham got into the horse-drawn carriage, and said, “Let’s go!”

“My Lord Duke, what about your breakfast?”

“What other food in Chaos City is worth eating other than Mamy Restaurant’s? I’ll eat when I return to Rodu.” Abraham’s voice sounded from the carriage.

***

“My Lord, Mamy Restaurant suddenly declared that it would be closed for one month. Boss Mag is bringing the Little Boss out for a vacation and searching for ingredients,” Dicus mentioned after he finished reporting to Michael.

“Closed for a month?” Michael looked up from the stacks of information, and looked at Dicus with surprise.

“Yes. This is the first time that Mamy Restaurant is closed for such a long time.” Dicus nodded before saying with admiration, “Only a highly skilled chef like Boss Mag would dare to close for one month during the restaurant’s most popular period just to bring his children out for fun.”

“Mm-hm.” Michael’s gaze went back to the stacks of information in front of him again. He believed that Mag didn’t just bring the children out for fun. Mag closed for business today after Michael received the news of the massacre of the Rodu’s military’s officials’ families yesterday.

However, Michael didn’t pursue it. It wasn’t up to him to dictate how Alex and Irina do their jobs, let alone ask them to report to him.

“Oh, yes. My Lord, the morning report from the Twilight Forest today. Auster declared that the Aug Tribe had caused the Rodu massacre, and issued a stern warning to the Roth Empire. If the Roth Empire dared to invade the Twilight Forest again, they would suffer an even more deadly attack.” Dicus took out an expedited letter from a stack of missives.

“That moron?!” Michael took the missive, and read it with a frown.

“You don’t think that the orcs have done it?” Dicus was surprised with Michael’s reaction. The orcs had the most motivation and ability to do this, and Auster had admitted to it himself.

“Although Auster isn’t too bright, in the current circumstances where he couldn’t take care of himself, how could he have the ability to organize a massacre in Rodu?”

“Then, why did he admit that?”

“This moron most probably wanted to reabsorb those tribes that had left the pro-war faction, so he forced himself to proclaim that. Anyway, looking at the current situation, the Roth Empire most probably wouldn’t take the risk of being attacked by all the races to start a war on the Twilight Forest again,” Michael said gravely.

“However, with this proclamation, the Roth Empire’s people will be agitated, and Andre will have a legitimate reason to deploy troops. It won’t be difficult to take down Aug Tribe if the Roth Empire strikes again.” Dicus also frowned after hearing that.

Michael put down the missive, and said to Dicus, “Make some preparations. I want to write a letter to the Falk Tribe. All the pro-peace factions have to handle matters calmly now. The Norland Continent will descend into a new racial war once the situation goes out of control. By then, nobody will be able to do anything to salvage the situation.”

***

Vanessa, who was sitting by the window, put down the gourmet magazine, picked up a hand warmer, and looked at the bare branches as she worriedly said, “I heard that something big happened out there. I wonder what the situation is now? It’s so worrying…”

Lola placed a small plate of snacks in front of Vanessa, and whispered, “Princess, you are not thinking of escaping again?”

“Nonsense. Do I look like such an insensible person?” Vanessa widened her eyes, and pretended to look fierce, but only her eyes looked bigger, and she looked cuter instead.

“Of course not.” Lola nodded.

“Lola, this snack box is big and round.. Doesn’t it look like a hot pot…”