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

Everything was in Mag's expectations, including the Moreton Family not getting themselves involved.

Mag could empathize with Jeffree's feelings. He had to let this useless son suffer, otherwise he would only become a worser wastrel.

Mag didn't care about Delmar and Cyril's cursing and left the city lord's castle.

The rest would be done by the city lord's castle. They would freeze Delmar and Cyril's assets. Their assets would be auctioned off if they couldn't pay the compensation.

This trick of gaining something without any risks had let Mag earn 60,000,000 and resolved the misunderstanding. It solved many issues in one go.

Mag met Cynthia in the motel's room.

"D-did you arrange all that?" Cynthia looked at Mag with admiration.

If she had previously liked Mag for his dishes and gentle personality, she had seen a wise and smart businessman in the past two days.

A wily old fox like Delmar and a rogue like Cyril had both suffered a defeat in his hands.

30,000,000 copper coins. What a great sum of money!

Delmar was definitely going to go bankrupt. As for Cyril, she had heard that the Moreton Family was wealthy. It would depend if they were willing to fork out the money to save him.

"You did a great job in coordination." Mag nodded with a smile.

Cynthia blushed and said softly to Mag, "T-then, regarding the that I wrote about you, is it considered over?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." Mag shook his head and said to Cynthia, "You have to pay some sort of price for making a mistake, am I right?"

"I…" Cynthia bit her lower lips. She was just an innocent little writer. What could she pay him with? Those few copper coins on her were perhaps worthless to him.

She had already issued the apology letter and was the witness. Wasn't that enough for him to let her off?

Looking at Mag, who had gotten up to close the windows, her heart dropped and she became nervous. Why was he closing the windows? Was he afraid that the weird noises could get out? What was he going to do? But, it was bright daylight right now!

"Come on…"

Cynthia laid on the bed and spread out her arms. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

She did all of it so smoothly that she shocked herself.

Furthermore… why was she not feeling aggrieved or sad? Instead, she was feeling a little expectant?

She remembered it now. In the book, Cyn also had her first rendezvous with Boss Mag in the motel…Googlᴇ search novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.nᴇt

As she thought about how the scenario that she had been replaying over and over in her mind was going to happen to her right now, Cynthia blushed and hastened her breathing.

"This is my first time… Please be gentle with me," she said softly.

"What are you doing?" Mag stood next to the bed with a contract. He looked at Cynthia, who was lying on the bed with her legs spread out with an unknown blush and tears in her eyes, and perplexedly asked, "What first time?"

Cynthia jerked her head up and looked at Mag, who was standing by the bed and holding a document and not a whip in his hands. Staring at his decent form, he didn't look like he was going to pounce onto her like in the book's scenario.

After being in a daze for a while, she suddenly realized that she was mistaken. She quickly shut her legs and sat up on the bed.

"That, I-I was saying I…" Cynthia was blushing furiously and her gaze moved around. Suddenly, she stared at the document in Mag's hand and asked, "What's that?"

"Oh, this is a contract. Take a look. Sign it if there is no problem." Mag passed the document over to her. "Sign this and our feud is considered over."

Cynthia's heart dropped to her stomach again. Contract? Why did she need to sign a contract? When she recalled how Delmar and Cyril were tricked and sent to the jail by Mag with a contract, Cynthia panicked even more.

She looked closer and revealed an expression of shock.

This was a contract of commissioned creation. It was similar to the contract that she signed with Delmar Publishing House previously.

The contract stated that Mag had commissioned her to create five works and the right of each piece of work would be purchased with 200,000 copper coins.

After completing these five pieces of work, she could terminate the contract at any time without any restrictions.

However, there were prerequisites for these five pieces. Mag would provide the framework and Cynthia would do the improvisation.

The price of 200,000 copper coins for each book was a handsome remuneration for Cynthia.

Normally, she only needed two months to complete a piece of work, so this was a project that could earn her 1,000,000 each year!

However, with Delmar as an example, Cynthia read through the contract very seriously to make sure that there was no term that could bankrupt her and even cause her to lose her innocence. She still asked with uncertainty, "There's no hidden clauses, right?"

"Don't worry. I'm sincerely looking for a partner. I won't do that kind of thing." Mag nodded with a smile.

"Why me?" Cynthia still couldn't understand. Mag shouldn't like her, so why was he giving her this chance to earn money?

"I'm interested in your talents, so don't overthink." Mag consoled her. He was afraid this maiden would get the wrong ideas.

"Just my talents? What about my youthful and beautiful body?" Cynthia almost blurted out what she was thinking. She held her words back and nodded. "You have good taste."

Cynthia had no choice but to choose to get rich and sign the contract.

"This is the prepayment. You may go home now. Don't move from your home to elsewhen. I'll go look for you when I come up with the storyline." Mag gave her a 100,000 copper coin banknote.

"Thank you, Boss." Cynthia took the banknote happily. She actually had the feeling of being kept, so she said, "Please come often."

Mag, who had reached the door, almost fell. This line… why did it sound so familiar?

Mag felt relaxed all over on his way back to the restaurant.

The rumor incident was over and the rubbish s on the market would be taken off the market for the moment. He even managed to get Cyril jailed. That was killing a lot of birds with one stone.

Even if he couldn't get all 60,000,000 copper coins back, the amount he would receive would be enough for Hope School to build a few more teaching buildings.

***

"This plot… has been reversed far too quickly. We were still scolding Boss Mag for being a jerk yesterday and yet today the rumors were dispelled. Furthermore, the boss of the publishing house was even locked up." Vivian was holding onto the newspaper with a conflicted expression. "How should I explain this to Luna now? I just told her that Boss Mag was a jerk yesterday and it's fine to say goodbye to him…"

In order to take care of Luna's feelings, she had done all she could. But, this world had never taken her feelings into consideration!

"However, Boss Mag is really capable. He sent the publishing house's boss straight to jail. I guess no one will dare to spread rumors easily now," Vivian thought. Other than Boss Mag, no one would toy with that publishing house's boss.