"Head Chef Beate's dish is very delicious, but in comparison, I prefer Mr. Mag's steak. Hence, I choose Mr. Mag," Scheer said with a smile.
"I choose him! This is how beef should be cooked." Camilla was looking at Mag with shimmering eyes.
Four of the judges had already given their decisions, and everyone turned their attention to Jeffree. His decision wouldn't alter the result of this cooking contest, but he was the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and his vote bore a lot of weight.
Spatch clenched his fists tightly as he stared intently at Jeffree. As long as Jeffree sided with him, then he hadn't actually lost.
Mag was also looking at Jeffree. This perpetually expressionless old man reminded him of his father in his past.
Sly old foxes like them who had been toiling in the business world their entire lives were very difficult to deal with as you could never tell what they were thinking.