Chapter 144


    The face under the ck 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?” Nichs 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—Nichs was not exempted from it.


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    It unnerved Nichs, 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 Nichs’ hand touched Zephyr’s shoulder, thetter grabbed his wrist immediately.


    Nichs was surprised but kept a straight face. He wanted to pry his hand away, but Zephyr kept a


    vice grip, disallowing him to move.


    “Marcus!” he growled. “What do you want?”


    Zephyr scoffed and twisted his wrist.


    The sense of pain that surged painted Nichs’ face red. His eyes were murderous as he stared at


    Zephyr.


    “Mr. Thompson, please watch your words,” Zephyr emphasized each word. “No matter how useless


    I was, it’s in the past. You must have heard how people change with time, right?”


    “Marcus Grist—”


    “Even if I’ve pandered to you in the past, you’re unworthy of it from now on! So stoping to me


    for trouble. Don’t me me for ying rough, otherwise!”


    Each word was so powerful and dominant that Nichs could not help being rmed.


    Zephyr 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 more hostile.


    “N.” His underling rushed over.


    “What did you find?”


    “Marcus owed gambling money a year ago and broke the rules. It’s said that he’s already… already


    been killed!”


    Nichs was shocked. “Is the info reliable?”


    “Not sure.” His underling licked his lips. “I asked around a few ces. 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 alive isn’t high.”


    Nichs looked serious.


    Someone who had offended the gangs would not act like the person just now, even if he managed


    to stay alive. He stood tall and straight in front of him and was so strong that he nearly broke his


    wrist.


    In spite of it, who was that guy if he was not Marcus?


    “Keep investigating,” Nichs instructed coldly. “Stay alert! Don’t cause other troubles!”


    …


    Cordelia stood outside the brightly lit meeting room. The simple and elegant dark-colored business


    suit entuated her grace and charm. She took a deep breath and entered.


    Although she was mentally prepared, she still lost her courage facing so many judging looks.


    “This is the director’s other daughter, right?” someonemented softly. “That illegitimate


    daughter?”


    “Shh… You can’t say that! Who could guess what Mr. Jenner’s thinking? She could be illegitimate


    now, but she could be running the family business in the future!”