Amara’s gaze shifted toward Bianca for a brief second, sharp and warning.
Bianca immediately stiffened.
The message was obvious. If she said one more wrong thing, she would really be thrown out.
Grinding her teeth silently, Bianca yanked her arms free from the guards and stepped back beside Elias with an annoyed huff, folding her arms tightly across her chest.
Amara’s eyes returned to Elias questioningly.
“As I said before, I need you to prepare a meal plan for Bianca. She needs food with ingredients that help improve her blood levels. She’s anemic, so she needs proper meals regularly.”
Elias paused briefly before adding,
“I want your restaurant to prepare and deliver the food to her whenever needed, of course within the restaurant’s operating hours.”
“It’s not possible.” Amara answered. “I already told you that. I don’t know what language you speak, but in my language, ‘not possible’ means not possible.”
Elias exhaled heavily through his nose before taking a step closer to her. His voice lowered.
“Do me a favor, alright?” he said quietly. “This is important to me. Just make one exception. I’ll pay you whatever amount you ask for.”
Amara stared at him silently.
Her eyes briefly shifted toward Bianca before returning to Elias again.
The irony almost made her laugh.
Elias had always been arrogant—a man who never lowered his head for anyone or anything. Yet for Bianca, he was even willing to put aside his pride and ask someone else for a favor.
Fine then.
If he wanted that favor so badly, she would make sure he paid a proper price for it.
Amara straightened before speaking loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear.
“You heard him, Shane. Mr. Creed said he is willing to pay whatever amount we demand.”
Elias narrowed his eyes immediately, sensing danger.
She rested both hands on the counter casually before continuing, “Then Mr. Creed will sponsor the complete renovation of the second floor of our restaurant.”
Bianca’s eyes widened.
Amara pointed upward casually as she continued, “Everything will be replaced. The tables, chairs, walls, lighting, utensils, soaps, tiles, flooring, even the air-conditioning units. Every single expense will be paid by Mr. Creed. In exchange, we will fulfill his special request.”
Elias stared at her in disbelief.
“You want to renovate an entire floor?” he asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”
Amara shrugged lightly before tossing the tablet in her hand onto the counter.
“Mr. Creed, you asked for a special favor in exchange for any amount of money, so naturally, you have to do something special for us too.” She tilted her head slightly.
“Nothing in this world is free.” Her gaze locked onto his. “You understand business, don’t you?”
Elias stared at her for several long seconds before letting out a dry laugh.
“You know you’re taking advantage of me.”
