A Touch of Sweetness novel (Finnick and Vivian) novel Chapter 62

Even at a regular restaurant, a meal would only get as expensive as a few hundred. Vivian was pretty sure that she needed to make at least a hundred meals to repay her debt.

"Around a hundred?" Vivian replied warily.

Finnick was entranced by the seriousness on Vivian's face as she mulled. Unwittingly, he smiled a little. "Alright, a hundred meals it shall be."

"Then what do you prefer?"

"I don't know," Finnick replied slowly. "Just cook whatever you are best at."

"No, that won't be fair to you." Vivian thought that she had to cater to her client’s needs if each meal costed around six hundred as she had calculated.

"The number of dishes that I know how to make are very limited. How about I show you what recipes I have tomorrow? I'll let you have a tester of those recipes too." "Alright then." Finnick's lips curled up even more.

The next day, Finnick had a meeting early in the morning although it was the weekend. When he left home, the sun was barely visible in the sky.

After waking up, Vivian got a few recipes from the internet and started to work on them.

From her few days of observation, she noticed that Finnick liked his food spicy. Thus, she decided to try out the recipes for beef chili, buffalo wings, and sriracha grilled tofu.

After working her sweat off for an entire afternoon, Vivian was finally done with the beef chili. She took a picture of it and sent it to Finnick on WhatsApp to see whether he liked it.

Inside the meeting room of Finnor Group.

The managers from each department were taking their turns to report their results.

"That sums up our outcome for this quarter." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat off his forehead as he spoke with his heart in his throat, "Are you satisfied with it, Mr. Norton?"

Finnick's slender fingers flipped through the documents in his hand. There was a bleak expression on his face. "Do you really think I'll be satisfied with this kind of results?"

Everyone was covered in cold sweat.

"M-May I know what is the problem?"

"Everything," Finnick spat bluntly before tossing the document back at his employee. He uttered without an expression on his face, "Redo."

The whole room fell silent.

That was Finnick Horton. His disability did not impede his career ambitions. His sharp decisionmaking skills and accurate judgment were what transformed into a powerhouse.

"Yes, Mr. Norton!” The middle-aged man trembled as he returned to his seat with the document. Just as the next manager was about to make his report, someone’s phone sounded.