A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 2484

The McCarthy Manor occupied a massive expanse of land, standing like a self-contained city isolated from the chaotic world outside.

While listening to Baussaint’s guided tour, Mag evaluated the luxurious estate, cross-referencing the scenery with the maps and intelligence stored in his memory.

Deep within the heart of the complex, he detected three formidable auras.

The fact that three Extraordinaire powerhouses were stationed as guards—and that they likely weren't the only ones in the McCarthy Manor—revealed a truly staggering level of heritage.

Joining the staff of such a prestigious family involved a tedious process. Even though Nancy had personally recruited him, Mag was forced to endure multiple security screenings before finally receiving his employee identification pass.

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Even with his credentials in hand, Mag’s movement as a chef was restricted to specific sectors of the estate.

Despite the title of "special chef" and a slightly higher paycheck, he was essentially no different from a common servant in the eyes of these corporate magnates.

"My congratulations on joining the McCarthy Manor. This marks the most prestigious day of your existence," Baussaint remarked with a look of satisfaction as Mag accepted his pass.

"Is brainwashing part of the job description here?" Mag muttered internally. Considering he was in the Underground City, shouldn't his most glorious moment have been winning the Top Chef Competition just yesterday?

After a few polite formalities with Baussaint, Mag claimed he was exhausted and requested to be shown to the staff quarters.

Baussaint led him toward the chefs' dormitory. Due to his status as a special chef, Mag was granted a private room.

However, before they could reach the building, they spotted a young girl dressed in a high school uniform perched on a low wall outside a villa. She was idly swinging her fair, slender legs.

"Oh, goodness," Baussaint whispered, his face turning pale.

Mag glanced at the girl. She appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen, judging by a frame that was as flat as Babla’s. However, Mag’s eyes narrowed when he saw her features. She shared a sixty-percent resemblance to Nancy, though while Nancy was distant and elegant, this girl possessed a certain flirtatious spark in her eyes.

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The girl turned her head as if sensing their approach, her eyes locking onto Mag. A playful smirk touched her lips.

Mag recognized her instantly: Norma McCarthy.

But why was she lingering near the chefs' quarters? Could she be waiting for him?

Acting as if he knew nothing, Mag continued walking, maintaining a respectful distance behind Baussaint.

"Miss Norma, what brings you..." Baussaint greeted her with a deep, humble bow, his eyes fixed on the ground to avoid looking at her exposed legs.

Ignoring the butler entirely, the girl on the wall looked at Mag and asked, "So, you’re Hades?"

Mag wasn't the type to lower his gaze for any woman. Instead, he stared directly at her smooth, pale legs, which seemed to glow in the light.

"I am," Mag replied with a nod, his eyes remaining fixed on her legs.

He knew that as long as he didn't show any shame, the awkwardness would belong to the other person.

Norma, accustomed to servants who didn't dare look her in the eye, was caught off guard by his bold stare. His gaze felt like two piercing beams, causing her to snap her legs together and blush involuntarily.

Up close, he was even more striking than on a screen. His high bridge and refined features were impressive, but it was those calm, deep brown eyes that stood out. Though he was staring at her, it didn't feel predatory; it felt like a pure, clean appreciation of beauty.

Feeling her confidence waver, she cleared her throat and said, "You do realize the snake’s kidney you cooked with during the finals belonged to me, right?"

Mag took a moment to reflect before answering solemnly, "If you're actually Medusa, don't worry—I won't tell a soul."

Norma blinked, stunned for a few seconds before she let out a frustrated laugh. Was this man mocking her or just incredibly dense?

"Miss Norma, Mr. Hades is a special chef recruited by Miss Nancy. I was just taking him to his room to rest. Perhaps you..." Baussaint tried to intervene, knowing the Third Young Mistress was notoriously difficult.

"You're dismissed, Baussaint. I’ll personally show him to his room," Norma commanded.

Baussaint shot Mag a look of pity before bowing out. Despite being Nancy’s butler, he didn't have the authority to defy Norma. He could only plan to report this to Nancy once he was away.

Once they were alone, Mag watched the butler disappear before turning to Norma. "Are you sure you want to go to the dormitory to rest with me?"

"I said I'd 'show' you the way!" Norma snapped, her face turning red as she hopped down from the wall.

Norma wasn't particularly short, but Mag’s height forced her to look up at him, further eroding her sense of dominance.

Crossing her arms, she raised her voice. "I know you're Nancy’s little lapdog, but since you only won because of my snake’s kidney, you belong to me as my slave from now on. Is that clear?"

Mag frowned at the absurdity. "I won through my own skill. The ingredient was provided by the show’s staff and consumed by the judges. What does that have to do with me?"

"You..." Norma found herself momentarily speechless.

"If there’s nothing else, I’m going to my room." Mag stepped around her and headed toward the door. He paused at the entrance to add, "I’m not used to sleeping with others, so you should probably head back."

He stepped into the villa, leaving a stunned Norma behind.

"D-did he just turn down sleeping with me? Does a man like that actually exist?!" Norma’s mouth hung open. It took a full minute for the realization to hit her. "Wait! I never said I was going to sleep with him!"

She slammed her hands onto her hips and screamed, "You bastard! Get back here!"

Mag had already reached his second-floor room, a smirk playing on his lips.

Wealthy heiresses like Nancy and Norma were surrounded by different types of sycophants.

For a cold, professional woman like Nancy, showing off unique talent was the way to earn respect.

However, a spoiled brat like Norma couldn't be coddled. The more you defied her, the more she would obsess over regaining her sense of superiority over you.

Mag had marked Norma as his primary point of entry into the family's secrets, so he made sure their first encounter was unforgettable.

The dormitory suite was surprisingly spacious—about fifty square meters. It included a bedroom, a bathroom, a small lounge, and even a kitchen stocked with high-end tools. It was a clear perk for a special chef, unlike the shared rooms of the standard staff.

Before he could even sit down, the doorbell began to ring incessantly.

"She certainly is impatient," Mag remarked, unfastening the top buttons of his shirt as he went to answer.

Norma, who was in the middle of a furious knocking fit, ended up thumping Mag twice right on the chest.

Her fists connected with his firm, exposed skin, making a soft thudding sound. The atmosphere in the doorway instantly became very strange...