The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 First Gift

“By the way, you still don’t know my name,” he said.

“I’m Julien, the owner of the House of Delicacies.

“Your pork stew is excellent. I want to talk about working together.”

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For some reason, even though he looked the same, Rosalie felt as if he were a different person.

She put on a polite smile again. “How do you want to cooperate?”

“You provide pork stew from 10 pigs a day, plus 100 erratic poultry,” Julien said calmly. “We split the profit. Seventy-thirty.”

Rosalie thought for a moment, then shook her head. “That’s too much. I only have one pot. I can’t handle that volume.”

She paused, then added, “But I can teach your chefs how to make it. The spice blend, however, must come from us. That will be charged separately.

“And seventy-thirty split won’t work. I want sixty-forty. I take forty. You take sixty.”

Julien fell silent. His eyes stayed on Rosalie as his fingers rubbed against the edge of the table.

After a long time, he smiled. “Deal.”

The heavy weight in Rosalie’s chest finally lifted. She hadn’t expected him to agree to such a high share.

Julien stepped forward and held out his hand. Rosalie froze. Do people here shake hands too?

Seeing her hesitation, Julien explained, “This is a custom in Westland. And I still don’t know your name.”

Only then did Rosalie reach out and take his hand. “Rosalie Bennet.”

She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm.

Julien’s thumb brushed lightly over the back of her hand suggestively. His eyes, bright like polished gems, stayed on her face.

“Rosalie,” he said softly.

“We all admire you.

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“This sixty percent is my first gift to you.”

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The heat of his palm made her fingers numb. Her eyes stung. Rosalie suddenly pulled her hand back and turned to leave, tossing a sentence behind her.

“Prepare the ingredients yourself. The spice blend will be delivered every morning.”

Julien leaned back, both hands braced on the table. His voice turned cold. “Come out.”

A small cat with a broken tail jumped out from behind the table. After shifting into human form, he revealed a pair of clear, bright green eyes.

Gael complained at once. “Julien! Why didn’t you let me keep talking?”

Julien shot him a sideways look. “Do you want to scare her away?

“You need patience,” he scolded. “You’re not a kid anymore. Still acting reckless.

“With that attitude, how are you going to serve your future Matriarch?”

Gael crossed his arms, sulking. He thought today might be the day that soft, sweet female would take him home.

Julien sighed. He reached under the bed and dragged out a struggling male.

He was tightly bound, his eyes burning with hatred as he stared at the two brothers.

Julien looked at him coldly. “Uncle Harris, you didn’t really think stealing my father’s things would make them yours, did you?”

His gaze swept across the room.

“And you cut off my brother’s tail. That debt isn’t going unpaid.”

His voice was cold as steel. Gael crouched in front of the man, a sharp blade flashing silver in his hand, reflected in the man’s terrified eyes.

“Arrghhh!”

The scream tore through the air.

Rosalie walked back toward the stall. The farther she went, the more crowded it became. A group of people had formed ahead; something had probably happened.

She pushed her way inside-and froze. Micah stood there, his face covered in blood. A furious female was jabbing a finger into his chest.

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Anger exploded in Rosalie’s chest, especially when she saw the bright red stains against his pale face.

She grabbed the woman’s arm and slammed her to the ground.

The woman cried out. A beastman beside her helped her up and shouted at Micah, eyes wide with rage. “You ungrateful child! You just stand there while your mother is bullied?”

That woman on the ground did look like Micah—especially her eyes, clear as water. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she accused him through sobs. “Micah,” she cried, “I know you’re suffering. That’s why I brought money to buy your freedom.”

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