Sir Ares, Goodnight

Zayne Severe returned to Eminent Honor Co. Ltd.'s office. Francis Greene took one look at his swollen face and jumped in shock, the teacup in his hands slipping onto the coffee table. "Zayne, did you fight with someone?"

Zayne sat down on the couch angrily and said in a bitter tone, "My father must be getting senile. He's appointed an outsider as Severe Enterprise's executive president."

Francis wet his handkerchief and walked over to him, patting it gently against Zayne's forehead.

"Ouch, it hurts." Zayne hissed in pain.

Francis asked, "Did your dad beat you?"

"No, he's returned to Swallow City."

Francis became confused. "Then who was the one who beat you up this badly?"

Zayne shot him a furious glare. "I fought with the newly-appointed executive president."

Francis poked at the wounds on his face. "You'll be fine. These are all surface wounds. But I'm curious, you said you were a champion fighter ever since you were a kid. Those few streets in Swallow City belonged to you. You've spent all those years in actual combat training. How could you let someone beat up

your handsome face?"

"I let her get away with it because she's a

Francis' jaw dropped.

kind of woman is this

president that my father just appointed. Hmph, she must be dreaming if she wants me to work with that bastard,

tough lady. Zayne, you said that ever since you were a child, you've

at Francis

wanted to meet this tough

"No, after that."

you were a child, you've been in

"After that."

no one else dares to lay a finger on

removed the handkerchief from his face, then he became motionless as if

Severe, did your brain get knocked out of your

to stop him. "Don't speak, give me a

the image of Rose

seemed as