Chapter 316 - A RICH HOUSEWIFE (1/2)

”Are you sure the owner will not mind us being here?” Sayaka asked as the elevator went up.

As an elite in Mountain Ridge, she was not usually concerned about offending most people. However, she did not want to affect Akira's life negatively. It was already a miracle that her daughter was willing to bring her to her new workplace.​​

Moreover, she could see that the owner of the restaurant was not a simple person.

When they entered the restaurant property located at the edges of Mountain Ridge, she realised that their destination was the rumoured new and mysterious restaurant.

In Mountain Ridge, new businesses often created a buzz because most of the residents of the metropolis were known for their old-fashioned mentality and stubbornness.

Their pattern of opposing new companies and brands could be considered xenophobic.

It always took some time for the people in the city to accept a new brand, unlike Tokyo where newer things were considered better. The Saffron Garden, which was now successful, had also gone through this process of hardship.

Naturally, as a core member of the community, Sayaka had heard about the new restaurant. The accelerated construction took place within four months. It had been a topic of conversation at numerous parties.

However, Sayaka was still shocked when she saw it.

The building was shaped like an ancient pagoda. The seven levels of the pagoda were not imposing in comparison to the skyscrapers in the centre of the city. However, the distinctive design coupled with the vermillion colour stood out.

Moreover, the surrounding property had a raw appeal. The green trees around the entire property made the pagoda look like an undiscovered treasure nestled in an unexplored land.

Akira wondered if she should tell her mother that she owned the restaurant. However, she remembered that their disagreements had originally come up because Sayaka believed that she was a poor ghost.

She would probably think that she was lying or trying to get a sense of presence by inflating her self-worth. The likelihood of Sayaka believing and trusting her words was almost nil.

Their relationship had only improved in the last hour, so Akira did not want to introduce new problems.

”Don't worry. They won't mind. I am indispensable to the restaurant. You saw how enthusiastically the workers greeted me.” She responded with a small smile.

Sayaka nodded. The people around the property had waved at Akira with unusual enthusiasm.

When they reached the highest level, the lift opened.

The revealed scenery made Sayaka gasp with pŀėȧsurė. The room did not look like a restaurant space. It seemed like a perfect living room.

As an art school graduate, Sayaka had a good eye for aesthetics. And the room was the pinnacle of design.

The large windows used a frameless design that overlooked the surrounding woods and the hills that gave the city its name.

The designer had cleverly used wooden furniture that blended well with the hardwood floor and the succulents in the room.

However, what caught Akira's eyes were the ink wash paintings on the walls which brought a unique and ancient edge to the room.

Though she was a refined lady, she could not help walking across the room to look closer at the folding screen in the corner that separated the living room from the restroom area. Though there were other pieces, she had a general impression of the folding screen.