I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 206

Christian’s father listened intently, nodding as I spoke. "Those are solid ideas. We’ve been considering ways to modernize our approach, but we haven’t had the resources to implement them effectively."

I could see Christian’s eyes widen as he absorbed the conversation, clearly impressed by my confidence and the direction we were heading.

"Now, regarding the investment," I continued, my tone steady and confident, "I would like a share of at least thirty percent of the profit."

Christian’s father raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by my assertiveness. "Thirty percent is a significant stake, especially for a new partner. What makes you believe that level of investment is justified?"

I leaned forward, ready to make my case. "Given the ideas I’ve proposed for enhancing the restaurant’s offerings and marketing strategies, I believe that my involvement could significantly increase revenue. The festival season alone presents a unique opportunity to attract more customers, and with the right approach, we could see a substantial return on investment."

He nodded, considering my words. "That’s a fair point. However, I would need to see a detailed plan outlining how you intend to implement these changes and the expected financial outcomes."

"Absolutely," I replied, feeling a surge of determination. "I can prepare a comprehensive proposal that includes market analysis, projected profits, and a timeline for the implementation of new strategies. I want to ensure that both of us feel confident in this partnership."

Christian’s father exchanged a glance with his son, who seemed to be absorbing everything with a mix of admiration and surprise. "Alright, it seems that you’re really serious about investing. If it’s alright with you, we can go ahead and sign an agreement."

"But what about the proposal, sir?" I asked, wanting to clarify.

"No rush," Christian’s father replied with a reassuring smile. "You can send it to my email once you’re done with it."

With that, we quickly drafted a contract on the spot, outlining the main points of our agreement. The terms included the thirty percent share of the profits and the commitment to submit a detailed proposal within the agreed timeframe.

Christian watched intently as the final version took shape, his earlier surprise now replaced by excitement. We reviewed the document together, ensuring everything was clear and fair before signing.

As I put my signature on the paper, a wave of accomplishment washed over me. I was confident this restaurant would thrive, and soon enough, the restaurant’s brand would expand across Aeonia.

Christian’s father smiled warmly. "Thank you for investing in us, Remillia. I look forward to seeing what we can build together."

I smiled back. "No problem, sir. In no time, this restaurant of yours will bloom rapidly."

He chuckled at my confidence. "I like your spirit. But hey, stop calling me sir. Just call me Dad. And... how would you feel about being my son’s girlfriend instead?"

Christian quickly butted in, his face turning a shade of crimson. "Dad, she’s my friend!"

"Isn’t that what I’m saying? She’s a girl and she’s your friend. So technically, she’s your girlfriend?" Robert teased with a grin.

"Please stop with the jokes, Dad," Christian groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I’ll be dead meat if that someone hears this."

"And who would get mad if they hear you I’m your girlfriend?" I mused, joining his dad teasing him.

Christian looked at me in horror. "Don’t!"

I finally laughed at his reaction. "Don’t what?"

Christian pulled me and whispered. "Don’t say that you’re my girlfriend or someone else would put a bullet in my head."

"Remillia do you have a boyfriend?" Robert asked.

"And who would get mad if they hear you I’m your girlfriend?" I mused, joining his dad teasing him.

Christian looked at me in horror. "Don’t!"

I finally burst out laughing at his reaction. "Don’t what?"

Christian pulled me aside and whispered urgently, "Don’t say that you’re my girlfriend or someone else might put a bullet in my head."

Robert looked at me curiously. "Remillia, do you have a boyfriend already?"

"No, sir," I replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Then no one would get angry. And what did I tell you? Just call me Dad," Robert said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I stifled a laugh. "Okay, Dad."

"Dad! Remillia! Stop the act!" Christian exclaimed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. He wasn’t embarrassed, he was genuinely scared. If one of Remillia’s secret admirers heard that he was his girlfriend, he wouldn’t get to live another day.

We all just laughed at his reaction, teasing him playfully.

"Dad, she needs to get going now—we still have to meet our club members later," Christian said, gently pulling me out of the office.

"Take care of your girlfriend, son!" Robert shouted after us, a teasing tone in his voice. "Bye, Remillia!"

"Dad!" Christian exclaimed, clearly flustered.

"Bye, Dad!" I shouted back, laughing as Christian pushed me outside their restaurant.

Once we were outside, Christian let out a groan, running a hand through his hair. "I can’t believe he said that. Now everyone will think—"

"Think what?" I interrupted, still chuckling. "That you have a girlfriend who’s also your business partner? Sounds like a win-win to me!"

He shot me a glare. "You’re not helping."

"Well, you can always tell them it was just a joke," I suggested, nudging him playfully. "Or you could embrace it and make it part of your charm."

He laughed, shaking his head. "I didn’t you had this side of you."

I froze for a moment, then composed myself. "It’s fun to let yourself run free for a while," I simply replied as I glanced at the time—7:43 P.M. I placed the contract inside my expansion pouch. "I still need to get changed for later. Make sure to pick me up. Bye, boyfriend!" I shouted, darting away before he could smack me in the head.

"Remillia!" Christian called after me, but I was already too far ahead, giggling at the chaos I had left behind.

Just then, Robert emerged from his hiding place, ruffling his son’s hair with a grin. "Son, did you know that she’s a blessing in disguise? She came just in time when our restaurant was falling into bankruptcy."

Christian looked at his father, stunned. "Why didn’t you tell me before dad? I could’ve helped you manage the restaurant!"

"I didn’t want to disturb your studies," Robert laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. "And besides, we have your girlfriend investing in our restaurant."

Christian could only groan, his face a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Dad, please! You’re going to make this so much worse," Although deep inside, he was really thankful for Remillia coming into their restaurant.

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7:50 PM, Hilde Street

Christian and I were the first ones to arrive, considering we were the nearest to where the festival was taking place.

As we stood outside Hilde’s Portal Station, I could feel the excitement in the air. The vibrant lights and sounds of the festival were just a short walk away.

"Thanks for picking me up," I said, glancing at him. "I figured meeting here would make it easier to spot the club members."

Christian nodded, looking around. "Yeah, good call. I wasn’t sure where you were staying, so I’m glad you texted me that we should just meet up here."

I smiled, appreciating his willingness to help. "I thought it would be better to meet here since it’s a central location."

Exactly 8 PM, Zachary emerged first from the portal along with other club members.

Zachary looked at us and smiled. "I’m glad the two of you are already here! Now move back to the rest of the group!"

We did as we were told, making our way over to our friends, who were buzzing with excitement.

"Tonight, we’ll be enjoying this festival to our heart’s content!" Zachary announced, and the club members cheered in response. "This is my hometown, so we’ll go on a street tour!" He confidently took on the role of a tour guide as we followed after him.

As we walked through the festival, the vibrant colors and lively sounds enveloped us. Stalls lined the streets, each one offering a variety of delicious foods, handmade crafts, and games. The aroma of fried treats and sweet pastries wafted through the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.

Zachary led us through the crowd, pointing out his favorite spots. "Over there is the best place for cotton candy," he said, gesturing to a brightly decorated stall. "And if you’re looking for the best tacos, you have to try the stand on the corner!"

"He really knows his stuff," someone suddenly whispered beside me.

I turned to see Cypher standing there, a knowing smile on his face. "Cypher! I didn’t see you approach me," I said, surprised to see him instead of Christian. I looked around to find Christian, who was now excitedly devouring a variety of street foods.

"Well, your eyes were darting back and forth at every shop," Cypher chuckled.

I joined in his laughter. "What can I say? This place is really beautiful."

As we walked together, I silently admired the vibrant stalls around us. We passed clothing shops filled with colorful fabrics, weaponry displays showcasing intricate designs, potion breweries with bubbling concoctions, and antique shops brimming with unique treasures. The festival was a feast for the senses, and I was soaking it all in.

Suddenly, I noticed that Cypher, who had been walking beside me, had disappeared like a ghost. I looked around, slightly puzzled, but continued to enjoy the sights and sounds of the festival.

After about three minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Cypher again, this time holding two hot dogs. "Try this," he said, handing one to me.