Sir Ares, Goodnight

"What do you mean by just the right amount?" the reporter asked, puzzled.

"When we run into problems, we should be brave enough to share our difficulties with one another instead of bearing the weight alone and suffering in silence."

Quietly, Jay stared at Angeline on the screen, a questioning sneer pouring out of his eyes.

She portrayed such indiscriminate love in front of him, yet pretended to sound loyal during the interview.

What a drama queen!

Zayne appeared abruptly and sat down next to Jay.

He stared at the screen and roasted Angeline to his heart's content. "I know this tigress. She's Grand Asia Empire's empress. Her eyes are usually placed on the back of her head and she carries herself in an extremely haughty manner. She has a bunch of male board members beneath her who will do whatever she tells them to."

Jay looked at Zayne, a trace of unapproachable loftiness and coldness intermingling in his deep, profound eyes.

"Get lost." His voice was low and terrifying, like the deep and furious roar of a beast.

Did this guy

helping hand. He was a man who knew how to distinguish between kindness and hatred. Jay was revolted when Zayne said those bad things about Angeline behind

T-shirt and jeans. He was puzzled. Why was this man's aura still

holding a stack of leaflets with the word '

all the leaflets in his hands over and began

leaflet -driver, bodyguard, teacher, doctor, painter, pianist... There

tossed the flyer back to him angrily and spat

so filled with emotions that he started explaining himself. "I... I'm not a liar. I'm a PR member of a headhunting company, and I'm responsible for collecting and compiling job vacancies positions for various companies. If you're looking

to ask me for

Zayne suspiciously. "I am looking for

proper attitude. "I happen to be short of a choreman who

at the thought of the

pulling his leg on purpose. "Cleaner, yes

bricks at a construction site?

him in his heart. 'You're sick, aren't you? I