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

and

face red. His eyes were murderous as he

emphasized each word. “No matter how useless I was, it’s in the past. You must have heard how people

“Marcus Grist—”

past, you’re unworthy of it from now on! So stop coming to me for trouble. Don’t blame me for playing

word was so powerful and dominant that Nicholas

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

underling rushed

“What did you find?”

money a year ago and broke the rules. It’s said that he’s

“Is the info

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

Nicholas looked serious.