"Stay here."
'What?'
When Phoebe Faulkner heard that, she looked at Jace Lennox in astonishment. 'Stay here? What for?'
Phoebe Faulkner watched as Jace Lennox pulled out his phone and made a call. Less than five minutes later, several cars appeared, and over a dozen people dressed as master chefs stepped out.
Then, as if by magic, these people began setting up stalls right in the night market, taking the place of the original vendors. Those vendors weren't just pushed aside—they packed up and left only after getting paid.
Once the night market stalls were all staffed by these master chefs, Jace Lennox looked at Phoebe Faulkner. "All set."
It wasn't just Phoebe Faulkner; everyone else who had come to the night market to stroll and eat was stunned by the sudden scene. All eyes turned to Jace Lennox and Phoebe Faulkner.
Phoebe Faulkner stared at the chefs, who looked as if they had been whisked away from a five-star hotel, and was at a loss for words.
