Chapter 310

Old Mr. Hughes was deep in thought. He wasn't really worried about that difficult daughter of his saying he was playing favorites. So what if he was? He made no secret of it. You reap what you sow. What had Hannah Hughes ever done for the family? Even if he left ninety-nine percent of the estate to Edward, it was well within reason—she had no right to complain. He just hated the drama. Arguing only made things look bad, and if word got out, potential investors might pull out. That could tank The Rusty Spoon's image. Lotus Smoke, for instance, had started much later than them. Back then, it was just a makeshift shack for street kids. Who would've thought it'd gain such traction, even branding itself as a royal chef's legacy? Then came the exclusive reservations. Total game-changer. The Rusty Spoon had always stayed grounded—affordable prices, expanding locations steadily. But now? That single-store Lotus Smoke was thriving, while his so-called "family business" felt like it was falling