Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 236

There were only twenty servings of the grape steamed cake available, far fewer than the number of people in line–most were bound to leave empty–handed.

Once they sold out completely, a staff member squeezed through the crowd holding a megaphone and began apologizing sincerely to the long line of customers.

“I’m truly sorry, everyone. Today’s grape steamed cakes are completely sold out. If that’s what you’re here for, I’m afraid there’s no need to keep waiting.”

The moment those words left his mouth, a wave of complaints surged through the crowd.

“We’ve been standing here forever and didn’t even make it through the door? That’s it?”

“Yeah, I even called my buddy to come line up!”

Frustration exploded. Many began demanding that the chefs at Seawise Pavilion continue baking.

“Get back in the kitchen and start making more! We came all this way and waited this long–you owe us that much!”

“He’s right! Don’t give us that limited–supply nonsense. This isn’t some cheap marketing stunt. Just bake more!”

Hearing those accusations, one of the chefs watching from the back wiped the sweat from his brow.

This wasn’t a marketing ploy. If they had the ingredients, they’d be happy to make more.

They hadn’t expected this kind of frenzy. Honestly, they would’ve loved to send every customer home with a warm cake in hand.

But the special water used to mix the dough had run out, and using regular water made the flavor noticeably inferior. They had no choice but to stop production and turn customers away.

The crowd’s frustration remained palpable.

But the staff member with the megaphone kept apologizing–over and over. His voice was hoarse, but his sincerity eventually softened the mood.

“We’re terribly sorry. I promise this isn’t some artificial scarcity tactic. We simply ran out of ingredients. We hope you’ll understand.”

He must have said that a dozen times, maybe more.

When Grady heard what was happening, he came out from the back himself, leaning on his cane, still wearing his apron. He personally apologized and explained the situation to the crowd.

Seeing a silver–haired elder like him–polite, humble, and claiming to be the owner of Seawise Pavilion–added far more credibility than the staff could offer.

His genuine attitude eased the tension. Most people, seeing him in person, couldn’t stay angry for long.

Eventually, someone asked, “So you’re saying you’re out of ingredients. But once you restock, will you make more?”

Grady nodded. If he could get his hands on Richard’s grapes again, they’d absolutely make another batch.

“Then hurry up and send someone to get more ingredients! We’ll come back after work.”

to it already!”

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off work before selling—or at least make a bigger

expression grew a little troubled

as just buying more ingredients. If only it were that easy.

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let this

brought in that basket of grapes earlier, the man had acted like he was carrying a box of

if he begged for them now just

was a tight spot

their ground, united in a silent protest: unless the

truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

he couldn’t keep. If he agreed now but

a car driving

her face against the window and let out an excited gasp

to the person beside her and said in her soft little voice, “Ian, look! There are

followed her gaze out the window and was indeed surprised to see a line stretching all the way down the block.

going on here? How did I not hear

eyes landed on the

told the driver.

was packed with parked cars; there wasn’t

choice, he drove a bit further

Pavilion branches in Strate City, but this location

they release some special dessert or something?”

he ruffled Yvonne’s hair, Ian turned to the bodyguard in the passenger seat and said, “Desmond,

was something extraordinary, he figured he’d buy some for Yvonne

the car and quickly stopped a passerby

new grape steamed cake today. It’s supposed to be amazing. People are

it’s that good, then

the front, he told the driver to

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and employees. It was quiet, almost deserted,

door opened, the scent of steamed cake drifted

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perfect.