~LUCIEN~
"Noah?"
I look back at Vida upon hearing my name. She has her brows creased in confusion and her turquoise eyes shimmer with concern.
I clear my throat and answer, "Sorry. What did you say Mr. Adams wanted?"
I ignore Eric's curious gaze that shifts from my phone in his hands to me. I gave it to him to look at the job description and a sample of the contract.
"He wants to sell his restaurant," Vida says.
"Why?" I ask, a little muddled as to why that man would want to sell his restaurant.
He is one of the few people who knows that I own Reece and many other varied businesses. And for the limited time that I have known that man, he has shown so much devotion to his work.
That restaurant has been in his family for generations. So, I do not know what basis he deems is reasona
