“Sounds like a n!” Nanson eximed, “If Ann teaches you her killer cooking skills, we’ll make a


    killing! Carole, don’t underestimate a diner. It’s way better than any desk job if it hits off.”


    “You’re right, Uncle Nanson,” Anthea nodded in agreement, but Carole remained skeptical.


    Starting a diner sounded easy, but the reality could be quite challenging.


    Running a business wasn’t just about smooth talking.


    If things went south, just the rent could be a nightmare to cover.


    Carole furrowed her brow. “The rent in a decent spot in our town is sky–high. We’re talking


    thousands a month…”


    “Don’t worry about the money,” Nanson assured her, “I’ve got enough saved up for rent, and once


    Mrs. ck’s husband is back on his feet, she’s paying me a hefty fee. Besides, we will turn a profit


    with the business.”


    Mentioning Paulina, a worried look crossed Carole’s face, “Ann, are you sure Mr. ck will recover


    within a month?”


    She had apanied Anthea on a house call to check on Tammie some time ago.


    Tammie had seemed at death’s door.


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    Carole was deeply concerned.


    Anthea offered a reassuring smile, as fresh and hopeful as April’s blossoms. “Don’t worry. Mr. ck


    will pull through.”


    Somehow, that smile washed away Carole’s worries about Tammie, but she still had her doubts


    about the diner venture.


    Seeing Carole’s anxious demeanor, Nanson couldn’t help but encourage her. “Carole! You got to


    have guts in business! Take risks! With your cold feet, you’ll never strike it rich!”


    Nanson was a different breed altogether.


    He dared to take leaps, although his business acumen was questionable.


    “Okay then,” Carole relented, “I’ll trust you guys.”


    “After dinner, I’ll write down some recipes for you to practice at home, and I’ll start scouting for a


    location.”


    “Sounds good,” Carole nodded.


    After leaving the Yeager residence, Anthea strolled to the nearby pedestrian street to look for


    avable storefronts.


    By sheer luck, she stumbled upon a shop up for lease.


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    The ce was empty save for an olddy at a table, engrossed in ying Solitaire on her phone,


    oblivious to Anthea’s arrival.


    “Hello there.”


    Startled, thedy looked up. “Oh, dear, what can I get you?”


    Anthea shook her head slightly. “I noticed your ‘For Lease‘ sign outside. Is it still avable?”


    “Yes, it is,” thedy confirmed, sizing up Anthea.


    “How much for the transfer fee?” Anthea inquired.


    Doubting a young woman could afford it, the olddy replied while fixated on her game. “The fee is


    $8,000. You get everything in the shop as is. The rent is $3,000 a month, paid annually. There’s six


    months left, so you’re looking at $26,000 in total to take over.”


    Contrary to thedy’s expectations. Anthea wasn’t fazed by the figure.


    Herposure remained unshaken.


    Thedy squinted her eyes, reconsidering. Could this youngdy be a low–key wealthy type?


    With the thought in mind, she warmed up considerably, giving Anthea a tour around the shop,


    exining the ins and outs and even the supply chain.


    “The location’s a bit off the beaten path.” Anthea observed with a slight frown.


    Thedy chuckled. “Sure, it’s a bit hidden, but a good wine needs no bush! Sess is all about


    effort. I believe you’ll do great business here with some hard work! We’re only selling because we’re


    moving abroad. Otherwise, I’d never let it go. You should’ve seen the crowd just a few days ago.


    We’ve got our minds on moving, and the chef left. That’s why business has dropped.”