Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Soon, everyone in the kitchen caught a whiff of a pleasant smell. Immediately, the man turned the pork on the grill and continued roasting the pork on the other side.

Louis nodded to himself and added, “Although that’s like a foolish move, it’s the only option he has.”

As it was a race against the clock, Casper got the stove ready to carry on with the preparation. The moment he turned the pork around, he began slicing the meat delicately.

In a final attempt to garnish the dish he had prepared, he placed the completely seasoned tenderloin on a plate and placed the removed head and limbs back together. He made it seemed as if the pig was never sliced. If the others weren’t around to witness the process, they would think it was just another roasted pig.

Louis clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Amazing! He has just proven himself superior in terms of his skills! On top of that, his dish is a result of conventional and contemporary culinary methods!”

Casper wiped his sweat off his perspiring forehead. Truth be told, he had thought that he wouldn’t be able to make it within two hours. The whole ordeal had seemed impossible.

He then announced, “Mr. Leuthold, Ms. Alder, go ahead and give it a try.”

Casper beckoned Sharon to join them. After a few seconds of hesitation, the woman approached him and started savoring the dish he had prepared.

“Wonderful! I can’t believe you got to salvage the moisture in spite of exposing it to heat for such long hours!”

Louis removed the skin and served the perfectly cooked tenderloin.

As Sharon started savoring the dish, she was overwhelmed by a sense of insecurity because she couldn’t tell the method Casper had employed to prepare the pork.

Out of curiosity, she asked, “What happens to the bone…”

Casper decided to play hard to get and answered, “I’m afraid I can’t share that with you. It’s a trade secret limited to a mere few only.”

Sharon and Louis started slicing the roasted pork tenderloin excitedly. They soon found out that it had been brined with spices, smothered with glaze, and roasted until it was done.

“The unique scent of the grill goes along well with the side dishes of your choice! It’s not overwhelming despite it being the most flavorful cut! It’s a masterpiece that compliments one another!”

try. The arrogant woman thought her dish

that’s enough! You have defeated

put the cutleries aside and admitted her defeat. A few seconds later, everyone in the kitchen

broke the silence and requested, “Mr. Leuthold, may I please have

soon got his hands on the ceramic pot Sharon had brought over. As soon as he uncovered the lid, the buttery smell

anymore! It’s evident that I’m not

serving the dish she had prepared, but the man responded with a smile and assured, “Don’t you think it’s a

two servings of Beef Wellington, handing one of them to Louis. Caspar

he said satisfactorily, “You have done a great job

gulped and had his first bite. A few seconds later, Louis added, “It’s one of

chomped everything down instead of savoring the entire dish that was supposed to complement one another. He finished everything

Why has Mr. Simpson gulped down

on a daily basis! I

“O-Oh—”

recall the flavor of the dish. A few seconds later, he looked

“Actually, it was my sister’s idea. I

“She’s a genius!”

grasped Sharon’s wrist, announcing with his eyes gleaming, “Join Tycoon! I’ll offer

shook her head and asserted, “I-I can’t leave Lingham

his brows, Casper asked, “Haven’t you mentioned something along the

would have to quit if she lost

out of the nasty situation, she shared her concerns with

repeated after her with his eyes narrowed to a slit. He was certain that the spoilt brat wouldn’t do others a

then asked, “May I meet your sister in

in the eyes and queried, “My sister? What

on her guard once he brought up his request. He announced, “I’ll consider this a tie! Since you

the things he was up to, Sharon frowned

decide the challenges for the first two rounds, and I’ll be the one deciding the final challenge. Since we’re done with the first two rounds,

seconds, Sharon asked, “What exactly