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Chapter 111
Adrian stared at the vial. “And why would you give this to someone you mocked a few hours ago?” Dorovan smiled — soft, tired, almost regretful. “Because I was wrong,” he said. “And because… I want to see you rise. Maybe it’s foolish, but I don’t want to stand in the way of a chef like you.” He added quietly, “Maybe cheering for you is easier than competing against you.” He placed the vial in Adrian’s hand and closed his fingers around it, gently, like a man giving a blessing. “Use it for the European round,” Dorovan murmured. “Or don’t. But know it comes with respect. Nothing more.” His tone was warm. His posture humble. Every word perfectly placed. If Adrian had been anyone else, the manipulation would have slipped straight under his skin, sweet and convincing. But Adrian wasn’t foolish. He felt the duality — sincerity layered over something… rehearsed. But he also felt the man’s age, his exhaustion, and maybe even a touch of genuine admiration. So he responded simply, “T
Chapter 110
Adrian stared at the vial. “And why would you give this to someone you mocked a few hours ago?” Dorovan smiled — soft, tired, almost regretful. “Because I was wrong,” he said. “And because… I want to see you rise. Maybe it’s foolish, but I don’t want to stand in the way of a chef like you.” He added quietly, “Maybe cheering for you is easier than competing against you.” He placed the vial in Adrian’s hand and closed his fingers around it, gently, like a man giving a blessing. “Use it for the European round,” Dorovan murmured. “Or don’t. But know it comes with respect. Nothing more.” His tone was warm. His posture humble. Every word perfectly placed. If Adrian had been anyone else, the manipulation would have slipped straight under his skin, sweet and convincing. But Adrian wasn’t foolish. He felt the duality — sincerity layered over something… rehearsed. But he also felt the man’s age, his exhaustion, and maybe even a touch of genuine admiration. So he responded simply, “Thank y
Chapter 109: Trust
Adrian stared at the vial. “And why would you give this to someone you mocked a few hours ago?”Dorovan smiled — soft, tired, almost regretful. “Because I was wrong,” he said. “And because… I want to see you rise. Maybe it’s foolish, but I don’t want to stand in the way of a chef like you.” He added quietly, “Maybe cheering for you is easier than competing against you.”He placed the vial in Adrian’s hand and closed his fingers around it, gently, like a man giving a blessing.“Use it for the European round,” Dorovan murmured. “Or don’t. But know it comes with respect. Nothing more.”His tone was warm. His posture humble. Every word perfectly placed.If Adrian had been anyone else, the manipulation would have slipped straight under his skin, sweet and convincing. But Adrian wasn’t foolish. He felt the duality — sincerity layered over something… rehearsed. But he also felt the man’s age, his exhaustion, and maybe even a touch of genuine admiration.So he responded simply, “Thank you,” w
Chapter 108: Apologies?
“Chef Dorovan,” Adrian called out gently, turning his head to the 5 ft 11 inches almost towering over him. Thankfully, Adrian himself was 5’10. “Yes, yes, you got the name right. Chef Dorovan.” he said, his hand still hanging in the air. Adrian tugged a slight smile at the corner of his lips before firmly grabbing Dorovan’s hand, making sure the handshake was firm and unforgettable. Dorovan didn’t release Adrian’s hand immediately. He held it a moment longer than necessary — not in competition, not in dominance, but in that strange, murky space where admiration and strategy blend. His palm was warm, steady, almost fatherly, but there was something else beneath the surface… something rehearsed. Something too smooth to be entirely pure.For a man who had mocked Adrian publicly, challenged him, called his sauce poison, and even made an arrogant oath that he’d drop his license if Adrian ever won— …he was suddenly gentle. Respectful. Almost humble.Adrian felt it instantly. And he di
Chapter 107: Be Humble
Adrian stood at his station, water running over his hands, the cool liquid washing away the last traces of the Asian round. Steam from the boiling pots hung in the air, and the smell of citrus and ginger lingered faintly. His movements were slow, deliberate, and calm, as if time itself bent around him. There was no rush, no showy theatrics. Only precision. Only silence. Only control.Mr. Lin crouched behind him, arranging knives, tongs, and ladles with careful care, his hands moving with the exacting rhythm of a man who had spent decades perfecting every small detail, but was ignored by society.He looked up, ready to chase away anyone who dared interrupt Adrian’s peace. Yet, Adrian only smiled. “It’s fine,” he said, and the calmness in his voice made Mr. Lin pause mid-motion, the tension leaving his shoulders but not his alertness.The first to approach was Chef Diego Morales, the Spaniard, his short stature belying the intensity burning in his dark eyes. He stopped a few steps from
Chapter 105
The lights dimmed just enough for the judges’ table to glow under a soft, focused beam. The chatter died down. You could hear the click of pens, the rustle of chef coats, the faint sounds of camera drones hovering overhead. Entity’s voice came, sweet and sharp like a blade wrapped in honey. “And now,” she said, “the moment we’ve all been waiting for — the tasting.” Cameras adjusted instantly. Every lens pointed toward the judges. Dr. Raymond Chu, calm and unreadable, led the procession, his silver hair glowing like frost under the spotlights. Behind him came Chef Lucia Bianchi, her eyes already narrowed, searching for flaws before she even sat down. Pierre Durant, Lady Henrietta, and Kenji Sato followed, forming the perfect line of scrutiny and prestige. The room held its breath. The first table: Chef Dorovan. He stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back like a general awaiting his medal. The judges approached, and the cameras zoomed in on his New York Prime Filet. Even be
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