Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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.

Nicholas was surprised but kept a straight face. He wanted to pry his hand away, but Zephyr kept a vice grip, disallowing him to move.

“What do

and twisted

painted Nicholas’ face red.

I was, it’s

“Marcus Grist—”

pandered to you in the past, you’re unworthy of it from now on! So stop coming

word was so powerful and dominant that Nicholas could not help being

go of him and scoffed, the sharpness in his gaze piercing him. As he watched Zephyr leave, he was momentarily stunned before

underling

“What did you find?”

and broke the rules. It’s said that he’s already… already

shocked. “Is the

places. Some said that he’s dead, some said that his finger was

Nicholas looked serious.