‘D*mnit! No one dared play me like this when I was in the gangs!’

Zephyr took the spatula and sparred with Nicholas. In the end, he was overpowered and forced to a corner.

“Alright, quit it!” Zephyr tried to hold in his laugh to make himself look sterner. “Look at you. Which part of you looks like a gang leader? You look more like an unreasonable barbarian!”

“You!” Nicholas’ eyes widened in a glare.

“You think I want him to go to Imperial Media?” Zephyr scowled.

The fact that Neil had signed with Imperial Media meant that he received the best treatment. Who knew whether Janine would let her senior assistant be his agent to express her sincerity…

Zephyr balled his hands. Would he want Cordelia to be around that man all day?

Nicholas calmed down and asked as he looked at him, “What do you mean?”

Zephyr smirked. “I’ve done what my mother asked for, pulled all the strings to sign Neil over. But the credit goes to Cordelia.”

“Hah, I knew it!” Nicholas rolled his eyes. “You really resort to everything to win your girl’s favor!”

“He’s signed, but I didn’t say I’d give him the resources.”

“Hmm?”

“Basically…” Zephyr’s eyes were dark. “I won’t let him stand out too much!”

Nicholas was smart and caught on swiftly. This was probably Mr. Z Hamerton’s jealousy and possessiveness at play.

Nicholas chuckled darkly. “Oh, you want me to play Mr. Harris with you? Single him out? Shelf him?”

Zephyr glared at him.

They were bros, so he had to

know anything about Neil’s

sickness comes in all forms, nauseous, dizziness, and whatnot, but I don’t

the baby who’s considerate toward you. It’s

looked toward

and tasted great. The meal was even

breakfast

thought that he would never reach Nicholas’ level in this

wiped his hands as he admired his handiwork, discovering a small problem. “Nope…

spoon and scooped them

patted his shoulder and gave him

need to admire me.” Nicholas flicked his heir and chortled. “You know what? I’m already like this, and she still gives me a

“Why?”

shrugged. “But it’s okay. It’s the wife I chose. Got to pamper

“Mm, commendable spirit.”

after all! How can I

and cleared his throat, saying in a deep voice, “Right, I have something

“What?”

can’t have him

the impulse to grab the chopping knife to

heard clinks and clanks coming

a ladle.

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