Cupid’s Arrow Hit On Me

Chapter 86 – Josh was holding a small stack of paper which could easily be mistaken for office documents. “Here you go.” After slipping the papers to Zachary across his desk, Josh took a seat and put his breakfast on the table. He asked his boss, “Do you want some? I got my food delivered from the Wilt spoon Hotel. It’s delicious.” Since Wilt spoon Hotel operated under York Corporation, Zachary usually grabbed his breakfast, lunch, and dinner there. Now that Zachary had a wife, it had been a while since Josh dined with his boss. Josh kind of missed those moments.

“I’m good.” Picking up the file, Zachary flipped through and asked,” Is everything here?” “Yeah.It’s all there.No stone is left unturned.” “It’s not a lot.” “The younger members of the family have it pretty good while the seniors spent their lives on the farm.

What more can there be?” Zachary was without a word.

As mentioned by Josh, there was nothing much to write about the seniors, albeit the info on the younger family members did take up a few pages.

Josh included age, marital status, and number of children in each relative’s profile to occupy more pages in the file. Having read the file, Zachary had a deeper understanding of the family’s insolence and brazenness.

Serenity’s cousins and uncles made quite a good living.

in a subsidiary of Stone Group as an executive, earning himself an annual income of a million. The least successful cousin enjoyed a nice annual wage

sister probably did not

and their gas for traveling It was utter shamelessness on a whole new level! The relatives

making Serenity pay for the medical bills. Zachary was aware that all kinds of people existed in the world, but he had never come across those without a hint of compassion like

moment, Zachary felt

do something to your missus? Do you want me to teach them a lesson?” Zachary callously responded, “My wife’s affairs are not your problem.” Josh

no harm. I thought you might

and I’ll get it done.” “Just hold.”

lie low until the Hunts made

grandson of the Hunts, was

shh*storm as form of emotional blackmail. “Boss.” “Speak.” “What did your missus make for breakfast today?” Josh