Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0303

We all turn, and that’s when I see it: Mr. Thompson at the forefront of a large group of people in

uniforms. They’re carrying boxes of decorations, buckets of cleaning supplies, and all sorts of things

that I can’t even recognize.

“Abby!” Mr. Thompson exclaims, holding his arms out as he approaches. “Good morning!”

“Er—Good morning, Mr. Thompson,” I say as I take in the sudden racket and spike in activity. “You’re

—”

“I know I’m early,” he says, flashing me a grin. “But I knew you’d be here already. My team is just going

to get started on the cleaning and decorating.”

“Thank god,” Chloe huffs. “We tried telling her that she didn’t need to worry about it, but she’s been

running around nonstop all morning. We were worried she was gonna hurt herself.”

Mr. Thompson shoots me a sympathetic look. “Is that true?” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I sigh, realizing that I have no choice but to tell the truth, and I nod. “Yeah. I’ve been a bit of a wreck.”

He stops beside me, draping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a friendly squeeze. “Well,

we’re here now,” he says. “And my team is the best of the best. They’ll have this place fit for an Alpha

party in no time.”

I offer a nervous smile in return. “Thanks, Mr. Thompson. It’s just... I’m not used to letting others handle

everything like this. It feels weird.”

“I know it’s not easy, Abby,” he reassures me. “But you don’t need to worry about anything except

cooking.”

I take a deep breath, trying to quell my anxiety. He’s right; my passion lies in cooking, and that’s where

I should channel my energy; not only to make history catering this Alpha party, but also to prove to

people—mainly Logan—that I am capable, and I am passionate.

“You’re right, Mr. Thompson. I’ll make sure the food is amazing.”

Mr. Thompson nods, then reaches into his briefcase and hands me a menu. “Speaking of which, here’s

the menu for tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

I take the menu and glance through it, my eyes widening as I see some of the ingredients listed.

They’re expensive and luxurious, not something I usually have in stock.

“Mr. Thompson, I’m not sure if I can afford—”

“Don’t worry, Abby,” Mr. Thompson interrupts with a grin. “Follow me.”

Huge crates of the most exquisite ingredients fill the truck, from rare spices to the freshest seafood and

the finest cuts of meat. It’s a chef’s dream come true.

Mr. Thompson chuckles. “Consider it a gift, Abby. We want the Alpha party to be a true celebration of

your talent, and we spared no expense to make sure you have the best ingredients at your disposal.”

He pats me on the back with a smile. “You deserve it, Abby. Now, go back inside and focus on your

preparations. Tomorrow is going to be a day to remember.”