A Beauty With Multiple Masks

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Chapter 1032 Superstar

“Yes, I’ve stored them properly,” Sasha replied.

“All right, let’s go.”

Nodding, Sasha got back into the car.

“Why are you going to Maureen’s Kitchen now, Ms. Moore? Shouldn’t you head back to get that program code done

first?” she asked curiously.

Arielle shook her head. “Don’t worry, I can make it in time.”

She had given herself a timeframe of one day, but she didn’t actually need that long to complete the task.

Sasha stopped worrying about it when she saw how calm Arielle was and drove over to Maureen’s Kitchen.

As it was still a little early for dinner when they arrived, only a single table was occupied by customers at the time.

Arielle heard one of them proudly introducing the restaurant when she came in through the door. “This is the

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restaurant I was telling you about! It has got the most delicious food I have ever tasted in my entire life! You guys

will know I’m telling the truth when they serve up the food later!”

The other customer didn’t seem all that convinced. “Are you sure? This place doesn’t seem very well renovated.”

“What’s the point of spending so much money on renovation? You see that restaurant across the street named

Mons Oceanum? I heard they spent over a million on renovations! I went there once when they first opened for

business, and it was horrible! The food was expensive but tasted awful as hell! This place, on the other hand, has

good food at reasonable prices!”

“Even if it really is as amazing as you described, isn’t it a little too early coming here at four for dinner?”

“You don’t know this because it’s your first time here, but the queue for this place can go all the way to the other

side of the street! That’s why we have to come earlier and get ourselves a table in advance!”

That’s it, I’m going to speed up the process of setting up branches! Arielle thought to herself after hearing what the

customer said.

At that moment, the customer who brought his friends over suddenly glanced in her direction and exclaimed in

shock, “Wait, isn’t that…”

Arielle quickly ran into the kitchen before they could get a clear look at her face.

“What’s wrong?” his friend asked.

The guy shook his head. “Nothing. I just thought I saw a superstar or something, but I must’ve been mistaken. I

mean, what would a superstar be doing in a restaurant’s kitchen, right?”

“Yeah, that has got to be the case. There’s no way a superstar would come to an old restaurant like this! Heck,

even the air-conditioners have turned yellowish.”

Just like that, the two began arguing all over again.

On the other side, Arielle saw the manager learning a dish from the chef the moment she stepped into the kitchen.

“Like this?”

“No, you’ve got it all wrong!” The chef, who was almost in his fifties, smacked the manager’s hand aside with a

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spatula in disdain. “You can’t even add oil to a freaking pan! I think you should go back to serving customers

outside!”

The manager scratched his head awkwardly.

“I was feeling a little bored…”

Arielle began eyeing the chef from head to toe, as it was her first time seeing him.

He had a naturally authoritative look with his bald head, thick eyebrows, and chubby body.

“If you’re that free, then help me wipe the grease off the top!” ordered the chef while pointing at some stoves that

were not currently in use.

The manager was about to say something in protest when he noticed Arielle standing by the kitchen door.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly went over to greet her.

“Ms. Moore!”

He had been losing a lot of hair a while back, as the restaurant was not doing really well. However, business had

been booming ever since Arielle taught him to advertise the restaurant using mobile applications. As such, he

regarded her as a hero who could help cure his severe hair loss and was thrilled to see her.

Arielle nodded and glanced at the chef. “Is he the chef?” she asked.

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