Under the heiress facade

The moment Nicholas ended the call, he turned down the temperature to 60 degrees and hurtled into the bathroom. He stripped himself bare and jumped into a cold shower.

Nights in the region were cold in May. Nicholas was shivering when he came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He then lay in bed like an invalid and let the cool air blow over him. Just then, he heard knocks coming from the door.

Nicholas touched his forehead. His skin was cool, just like he hoped it would be. Turning off the air conditioner, he mumbled, "Come in. The door's unlocked."

When he heard the door opening, he hurriedly lay sprawled on the bed and groaned, "I feel sick and weak and cold. Maybe a hot bath will warm me up. Could you help me to the bathroom?"

The first thing Wayne saw when he opened the door to Nicholas' room was Wayne writhing in bed in nothing but his boxers. No wonder Bernard had sent him in Hera's place. Even he found Nicholas' current state to be rather obscene.

He reached out to grab Nicholas by the arms to hold him upright.

Nicholas finally opened his eyes to take a proper look, hoping to see Hera. However, when he met Wayne's gaze, both men went still.

"What the fuck? What's wrong with you?" Nicholas yelled as he rolled off the bed and fell to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

snapped, "Who else did you think would come in? Mr. Killian said you were

to let Bernard screw with his plans again. When he caught the amused look on

all, but he gave Nicholas a

Wayne's hand

fingers tightened around Wayne's He blurted, "You have to do mea favor now that you've

one

owe you anything. I didn't force you

away, but Nicholas refused to let go. He might look

hesitation and stubborn grip. He jumped and forcefully broke away, putting a healthy distance between them as he

him a withering

snapped, "What are you

them, but Wayne

of his mind. "Use your

to you, I want you to kick Bernard out of the group tomorrow when you get the chance!"