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The face under the black baseball cap was a thuggish face. The smirking eyes were tinged with some
sense of arrogance and contempt.
Zephyr paused before greeting with a straight face. “Mr. Thompson.”
“What?” Nicholas was surprised, sneering. “Did I hear it right? You’re calling me Mr. Thompson?”
Zephyr smiled, his gaze deep and impassive. There was an innate sense of authority on him that
anyone who came close would feel an intangible pressure—Nicholas was not exempted from it.
It unnerved Nicholas, and he felt strange about it too.
“You must have forgotten what you were like when you pandered to me in the past, huh?” He patted
Zephyr’s shoulder. “Hah, you were like ‘Mr. N’, ‘Sir’… Stop f*cking acting like some civilized man now!”
Just as Nicholas’ hand touched Zephyr’s shoulder, the latter grabbed his wrist immediately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNicholas was surprised but kept a straight face. He wanted to pry his hand away, but Zephyr kept a
vice grip, disallowing him to move.
“Marcus!” he growled. “What do you want?”
Zephyr scoffed and twisted his wrist.
The sense of pain that surged painted Nicholas’ face red. His eyes were murderous as he stared at
Zephyr.
“Mr. Thompson, please watch your words,” Zephyr emphasized each word. “No matter how useless I
was, it’s in the past. You must have heard how people change with time, right?”
“Marcus Grist—”
“Even if I’ve pandered to you in the past, you’re unworthy of it from now on! So stop coming to me for
trouble. Don’t blame me for playing rough, otherwise!”
Each word was so powerful and dominant that Nicholas could not help being alarmed.
Zephyr let go of him and scoffed, the sharpness in his gaze piercing him. As he watched Zephyr leave,
he was momentarily stunned before the scar around his eye seemed more hostile.
“N.” His underling rushed over.
“What did you find?”
“Marcus owed gambling money a year ago and broke the rules. It’s said that he’s already… already
been killed!”
Nicholas was shocked. “Is the info reliable?”
“Not sure.” His underling licked his lips. “I asked around a few places. Some said that he’s dead, some
said that his finger was chopped and that he was thrown out of Jangasas… But I think the possibility of
him being alive isn’t high.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNicholas looked serious.
Someone who had offended the gangs would not act like the person just now, even if he managed to
stay alive. He stood tall and straight in front of him and was so strong that he nearly broke his wrist.
In spite of it, who was that guy if he was not Marcus?
“Keep investigating,” Nicholas instructed coldly. “Stay alert! Don’t cause other troubles!”
…
Cordelia stood outside the brightly lit meeting room. The simple and elegant dark-colored business suit
accentuated her grace and charm. She took a deep breath and entered.
Although she was mentally prepared, she still lost her courage facing so many judging looks.
“This is the director’s other daughter, right?” someone commented softly. “That illegitimate daughter?”
“Shh… You can’t say that! Who could guess what Mr. Jenner’s thinking? She could be illegitimate now,
but she could be running the family business in the future!”
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