Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 102

Remy came back to the dorm late that night.

He went straight to bed without saying a word to the others.

“Colton and Felix frowned in silence at his behavior, while Casper sighed.

Casper woke up to an early morning phone call. Elena’s panicked voice came through the receiver. “Mr. Simpson, you need to come to the Tycoon right now. We’ve got an emergency!”

He hopped off the bed in a hurry and shouted into the phone, “I’ll be there ASAP.”

Washing up in a hurry, Casper threw on some clothes carelessly and left before Felix and Colton could ask him what was happening.

In the Tycoon, he saw a group of men clad in suits, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “I didn’t expect the famous Tycoon to be like this. Our friend is in the hospital because of your food. Where on earth is your boss? Why is his assistant holding the fort here?”

“I’m so sorry, Sir. Please wait. Our boss will be here any minute now,” Elena apologized profusely. Her anxiety was indescribable.

Their friend had a mutton allergy, and they had specifically mentioned it to the restaurant upon arrival. Yet somehow, mutton had been served to their table; in fact, all the dishes had mutton in them.

Since the unfortunate victim had sampled all the dishes, the allergic reaction was severe enough to warrant a trip to the hospital.

The restaurant staff’s attempts at shying away from responsibility irked them.

Will Collins frowned as his impression of the restaurant dipped further.

“Well then, there’s nothing more to say.”

Everyone in the group came from wealthy and somewhat influential backgrounds. They would not be able to afford the meals here otherwise.

Their friend who was in the hospital was a bigshot himself.

He was Mr. Lucas Jameson, who came from Juranta. The group of them had invited Lucas to join them in Horington, and no one had expected the gathering to end with a trip to the hospital.

If word got back to Juranta about his hospitalization, all of them would be in deep trouble.

Will was infuriated. He announced crassly, “I mentioned very clearly that there shouldn’t be any mutton in the menu, so how did we end up with a table full of mutton dishes? This is a blatant attempt at theft and murder; I could have your restaurant closed for good!”

Elena tried to think of something to appease the customer, but a voice cut in before she could utter a word. “Sir, please calm down.”

She heaved a huge sigh of relief at Casper’s arrival.

Sneering, Will looked Casper up and down before asking, “So you’re the boss of the Tycoon?”

Casper nodded. “I am. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened. Your restaurant served the wrong dishes and caused my friend to end up in the hospital. What do you have to say?” Will explained frustratedly.

Casper frowned and declared, “I’ll investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a reasonable explanation.”

The Tycoon had been running smoothly under his management. Each private room had a dedicated staff attending to it. A mistake as amateur as serving the wrong dishes should never have happened in the first place. Casper was puzzled.

Could it be that someone was jealous of the Tycoon’s success and decided to sabotage my restaurant?

He turned to Elena. “Have you sent someone along with the customer who got sent to the hospital?”

“Yes, I instructed one of the restaurant staff to send him to the hospital,” Russell answered instead.

Nodding, Casper continued, “Let the staff monitor his condition. We’ll cover his entire treatment and any recovery-related expenses post-discharge.”

“Don’t think you can cover up the incident with some money.” Will side-eyed Casper and gritted, “Our friend is a powerful figure; your restaurant won’t stay open much longer.”

Casper bowed to Will’s group and apologized. “I’m sorry, this was a gross oversight on our part. We will come back to you with a logical explanation.”

Faced with his deep bow, Will scoffed but decided to give them more time to investigate.

Casper turned to berate Russell. “I want to meet every staff who was in charge of that room.”

Nodding, Russell retrieved the shift roster from an assistant and assembled the staff who were involved.

Dedicated hosts, servers, and chefs were assigned to each private room to prevent mistakes in customer orders.

Casper was confident that sabotage had played a part in today’s mishap.

He questioned the two hostesses, “How did you take down the customers’ orders today?”

One of them stepped forward and took an order sheet out of her apron. Passing it to Casper, she explained, “I jotted down their orders on this sheet. They ordered some dishes that were originally served with mutton but informed us beforehand about the mutton allergy, which we’ve marked out on the sheet.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Casper skimmed through the order sheet and verified her claims.

“Pass me the other order sheet.”

The chef in charge of Lucas’ room passed Casper the copy of the order sheet he received.

Sashimi, baked lobster, roast chicken.

At the bottom of the order sheet, marked out in red, was a note on the customer’s mutton allergy. There was a note to avoid any ingredients that contained traces of mutton as well.

Looking at the chef, Casper asked, “It’s written here that mutton isn’t allowed in any of the dishes. I trust you’re not blind, so how did the mutton end up in the food?”

The chef looked wronged as he defended himself. “It wasn’t me; I saw that note. I avoided any ingredients that contained traces of mutton. The meats we use are always stored separately, and we only use the freshest ingredients we receive each day. We can’t possibly make such an amateur mistake. In all my years of experience as a chef, I would never confuse mutton for pork, or the other way round either.”

Glancing at him, Casper could sense his sincerity and genuine distress at the situation.

He’s doing an amazing job if he’s lying. I can’t tell at all.

Casper had someone check the kitchen as well, and they corroborated the chef’s claims.

As he surveyed the room, Casper’s gaze landed on the dishes.

One of the customers complained, “Why are you still looking at the food? Our friend’s in the hospital because of your oversight. What else is there to explain?”