The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 657 - 698: Taking a Different Path (1)

That was what Adrian Desmond thought, but Sienna Johnson’s eagerness told a different story.

He knew all too well her competitive personality, so he wisely chose not to dampen her spirits.

Walter Klein suggested, "Why don’t we contact local bird’s nest distributors and ask if they’re interested?"

Sienna Johnson shook her head. "Our bird’s nests aren’t well-known. They probably wouldn’t want to sell ours, and they might seize the opportunity to push the price down, reducing our profit margin."

"The bird’s nests on that island are unwanted anyway; making some profit is better than none," Adrian Desmond consoled.

"I need to think about it."

「...」

For several days, Sienna Johnson made no apparent move. Instead, she spent her time in the kitchen with Pauline Briggs, preparing various delicacies with bird’s nests, including several medicinal dishes.

"Try this. How does the Angelica root duck dish taste?"

Sienna Johnson placed the dish she had just made in front of Adrian Desmond and handed him a pair of chopsticks.

"Mrs. Desmond, are you planning to open a restaurant in Abyanabad?"

"Sixth Master, what makes you say that?"

"You keep having me taste-test your dishes. Isn’t it because you want to see if your cooking suits my Abyanabadi palate, with the intention of opening a restaurant here?"

"Wrong!"

"Then what are you planning to do?"

"You’ll find out this afternoon."

Adrian Desmond remained silent.

"Hurry up and eat. Don’t you love meat?" Sienna Johnson urged.

"I do enjoy meat, but you can’t just keep feeding me like a pig. Do you have any idea how much I’ve eaten already today?"

"It’s okay. I won’t dislike you if you get fat."

Adrian Desmond was left speechless.

「...」

In the afternoon, Adrian Desmond had his own matters to attend to. However, Sienna Johnson had been deliberately mysterious, successfully piquing his curiosity. He postponed his work commitments and went out with her.

"What are some of the more well-known restaurants here?" Sienna Johnson asked.

"The Imperial Hotel, the Times Hotel, and..." Adrian Desmond paused. "The Radisson Hotel."

The Radisson Hotel was a hotel Adrian Desmond owned, primarily used for entertaining his clients. Because his clients often required high levels of security, the Radisson Hotel, which boasted a robust security system, had gradually become a preferred choice for many politicians and celebrities as well.

Sienna Johnson jotted down notes in a notebook, looking up the specific locations of these establishments and sketching a simple map.

They arrived at the Times Hotel first.

Since it wasn’t peak mealtime, the hotel wasn’t very crowded. Sienna Johnson, arm in arm with Adrian Desmond, strolled in confidently.

"What are we doing here?" Adrian Desmond inquired.

"So many questions. You’ll know soon enough."

"I’m eager to see what tricks you’re trying to pull," Adrian Desmond said.

Sienna Johnson walked into the lobby, and a greeter at the door said warmly, "Welcome!"

The two of them found a table and sat down. A waiter approached and handed them a menu. Sienna Johnson scanned the listed dishes but didn’t find what she was looking for. She then said to the waiter, "My father-in-law will be celebrating his 60th birthday in a couple of days, and I’d like to book 15 tables here. Are your banquet packages limited to only the dishes shown on this menu?"

Adrian Desmond was shocked by Sienna Johnson’s words. Her father-in-law was his father, who had passed away many years ago. A 60th birthday? What on earth is this woman up to?

"Yes, Madam. All our dishes are on the menu. Our hotel has hosted numerous large-scale wedding and birthday banquets. You won’t regret choosing us," the waiter said, seizing the opportunity to promote their services.

Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but glance at the waitress again. Such a responsible and enthusiastic employee, she mused. I wonder if I could poach her later.

"My father-in-law is from Orienta, and many of our relatives are also Orienta diaspora, so we’d like the birthday banquet to feature more Orienta cuisine. Would it be possible for your kitchen to prepare specific dishes that I request?"

"Well..." The waiter looked hesitant. "I apologize, Madam, but all the dishes we can provide are listed on the menu. We’ve never had a customer request dishes not on our menu before, and I’m afraid I don’t have the authority to approve that..."

"I understand." Sienna Johnson stood up as if to leave. "Husband, let’s go check out other hotels."

"Alright."

Adrian Desmond and Sienna Johnson carried an air of distinction; one look told you they were major clients. The waiter, being quite conscientious and afraid of losing such a significant booking, quickly interjected, "Madam, please wait a moment! Let me ask our manager!"

"Very well. I do quite like your hotel," Sienna Johnson said, glancing at Adrian Desmond before turning back to the waiter.

"Please wait, I’ll be right back with a definite answer for you." After reassuring Sienna Johnson, the waiter hurried off to consult the manager.

Sipping his tea, Adrian Desmond teased, "I can’t wait to see you conjure up a living, breathing father-in-law for this 60th birthday banquet."

Sienna Johnson simply smiled without saying a word.

Before long, a man in his thirties, dressed in a dark suit, approached their table.

"Hello, this is our Manager Trent," the waiter explained.

Manager Trent observed Sienna Johnson, his demeanor polite and respectful. "Hello, I am the lobby manager of the Times Hotel. How may I assist you?"

"Manager Trent, a pleasure to meet you!" Sienna Johnson stood up and proactively extended her hand.

Manager Trent looked at the woman before him. Even with her noticeable pregnancy, she was strikingly beautiful. He was momentarily taken aback and felt somewhat flattered when she extended her elegant hand.

"My name is Sienna Johnson. It’s a pleasure to meet you," Sienna Johnson said cheerfully.

"You’re too kind, Madam." Just as Manager Trent was about to shake her hand, a larger hand swiftly intercepted, clasping Sienna Johnson’s. Manager Trent looked up and met a pair of hostile eyes.

He was in the hospitality business, dealing with all sorts of people day in and day out; he could read situations like this easily. This must be the woman’s husband, he thought. And quite a possessive one at that.

"Madam, how may I help you?" Manager Trent asked, turning his attention back to Sienna.

"Actually, there is something I was hoping Manager Trent could help me with," Sienna Johnson said, her smile gentle and elegant, making it difficult for anyone to refuse her.

"Please, go ahead."

"If you’re not too busy, Manager Trent, I’d like to take a few minutes of your time. Shall we sit down and talk?"

"Of course."

The three of them sat down on a sofa in the lobby and began to talk.

"Manager Trent, it’s like this: I was just looking at your hotel’s menu, and I was wondering if you’d be interested if I were to offer, free of charge, the recipes for two medicinal bird’s nest dishes?"

Abyanabad was a high-welfare country. People there lived a much more relaxed life compared to those in Orienta, who constantly worried about work, their children’s education, and retirement. As a result, Abyanabadis spent most of their earnings on food, drink, and entertainment.