A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 2483

Chapter 2483: Entering the McCarthy Manor

This enigmatic organization, boasting a lengthy history, remained nearly invisible to the general public, yet it maintained innumerable ties with every major plutocrat.

Mag had previously suspected that this group was either deeply intertwined with the elite or perhaps acted as their secret benefactor. However, internal data from the plutocrats suggested the relationship was far more tangled than he imagined.

The plutocrats did not control the Immortels; rather, they were the ones providing support to them.

It appeared the Immortels possessed a certain leverage that struck fear into the hearts of the elite—something powerful enough to make the plutocrats submit of their own volition.

Every piece of evidence hinted at this hidden power, yet it remained frustratingly undefined, existing as a forbidden subject that no one dared to name.

Naturally, the plutocrats were not mere subordinates. The dynamic between the two factions functioned more like a strategic partnership.

The kidnapping of Congressman Tamm involved the Immortels, with the McCarthy Family serving as the boots on the ground for the operation.

Mag was certain the Congressman wasn't currently held within the McCarthy Manor. According to a classified communication from within the family, Tamm had been handed over to the Immortels the very day he was taken.

“Isn't this just great? What's the point of me infiltrating the McCarthy Manor now?” Mag muttered, pursing his lips. He had gone through the grueling effort of winning the Top Chef Competition just to gain entry, only to find out the target was long gone.

Pacing his room in deep thought, a sudden realization sparked in his eyes.

“Ferdinand’s intelligence was flawed. All I need to do is secure that secret message and deliver it to him. That should satisfy the requirements of my mission,” Mag reasoned.

The encrypted message in question had been sent by Gardner, the Third Master of the McCarthy Family, to Theodore, the family patriarch. As the CEO of the Demarca Group and the head of external operations, Gardner was the mastermind behind the abduction.

Though Mag had already intercepted the coded text, handing it to Ferdinand immediately would raise too many red flags regarding his methods.

How could he possibly justify it? He couldn't exactly claim to be a self-taught hacking prodigy who had breached the McCarthy Family's private network after only being in the Underground City for a few days.

How could he obtain data so effortlessly when the military’s vast intelligence apparatus had failed to do so?

Mag understood Ferdinand well. The man only allowed Mag into the Underground City and offered access to the sacred stele because he was confident he could keep Mag under his thumb.

The moment Mag’s actions became suspicious or exceeded Ferdinand's expectations, their fragile alliance would likely shatter.

It seemed a trip to the McCarthy Manor was still necessary. He would have to put his finest acting skills to the test.

***

The [Judging Fergus] event had sent shockwaves through the Underground City. The public was thrilled to see a corrupt Young Master of the elite—someone usually above the law—finally face a televised sentencing.

Simultaneously, the city’s high-society youth went into hiding. The infamous princes and princesses of the nightlife scene and the hosts of exclusive parties vanished from the public eye overnight.

Even the most arrogant youngsters, who usually relied on their family names to bully others, became remarkably subdued.

If Fergus, a direct heir protected by an Almost-Extraordinaire, could be judged and condemned, what hope did they have?

Ferdinand looked over the report delivered by his assistant, a rare smirk touching his cold features. “That kid managed to fix the plutocrats' toxic habits just by taking out two people. It seems even bullies fear those who have no regard for their own lives.”

He felt a deep respect for the young man’s combination of raw power and intellect. In his eyes, no one among the Underground City's youth could compare.

It was truly a shame he hailed from the Norland Continent.

***

The following morning, Mag received a notification from Nancy’s aide. He packed his things and was escorted to the rooftop via the private VIP elevator.

A compact fighter jet sat waiting on the expansive landing pad.

“Oh?” Mag noted with surprise. The McCarthy estate was located right in Tucker City, barely a short distance away. A standard flying car would have arrived in ten minutes. A fighter jet seemed like overkill.

“Miss Nancy made the arrangements. Please, step inside,” the assistant said, offering a polite smile.

Mag nodded and boarded the aircraft.

Inside, Nancy greeted him with a warm expression. “Take a seat. We’re departing shortly.”

She was clearly in high spirits, dressed in a refreshing daisy-print gown that contrasted with her usual formal attire.

Mag sat down across from her.

“You’ve heard about Fergus, right?” Nancy asked, her eyes fixed on him.

“I have. I saw the news yesterday. He got what he deserved,” Mag replied with a nod.

It was clear Nancy was looking out for him. She likely used the jet to ensure the Dixon Family couldn't intercept him on the way.

“Angelina must feel some peace now. Her sister’s killer has finally been held accountable,” Nancy sighed.

“His death doesn't bring her sister back,” Mag said quietly.

Nancy fell silent for a moment before pivoting the conversation. “Once we arrive at the manor, the culinary department will take over. They’ll handle your housing and work schedule. I’ve briefed them already. As a specialty chef, you’ll only be responsible for major banquets and the private meals of the core family.”

“Understood,” Mag agreed. His life as an employee was officially beginning.

“Be cautious of Norma once we're inside. She’s incredibly spiteful. Since you used her Medusa snake’s kidney for your dish, she’ll certainly try to make your life difficult,” Nancy cautioned. “However, don't let it stress you too much. If she starts bullying you, let me know, and I’ll step in.”

Mag nodded, though his mind was already calculating his next move.

Norma McCarthy was the spoiled daughter of Gardner, Nancy’s third uncle. She was notoriously arrogant and shared no love for Nancy.

Since Nancy was his sponsor, he would be viewed as her subordinate by default. Combined with the fate of her pet, her hostility was inevitable.

The situation was complicated, but Mag already had a strategy.

He wasn't planning on staying or marrying into the family. He was there to finish the job and vanish. Why bother playing nice?

***

The jet took off, and within minutes, it was hovering over a vast estate.

Following Nancy out of the craft, Mag took in the sight of the wide-open fields and clusters of opulent villas. It felt like a different world compared to the cramped, mile-high skyscrapers of the city.

In the heart of Tucker City, where every inch of land cost a fortune, only the elite plutocrats could afford such an extravagant waste of space.

“Welcome home, Second Young Mistress.” A middle-aged man in butler’s attire bowed deeply to Nancy, flanked by a dozen servants.

Nancy exchanged a few brief words with him before heading inside.

Once she was out of earshot, the butler turned his attention toward Mag.

Leading Mag down a side path, the man began to speak. “Mr. Hades, I am Baussaint, Miss Nancy’s personal butler. Follow me, please. I will show you around the grounds and explain the protocols you must follow once you begin your duties…”