Chapter 156


    Zephyr looked at him icily, an alert and dangerous glint shing in his eyes.


    Nichs chuckled coldly as he looked at the man thoughtfully. “Marcus, the rental and renovation


    cost quite a dime, huh? Where did you get so much money from?”


    This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    “None of your concern.” Zephyr looked stony and cold.


    “I took care of you when we were behind bars, bro.” Nichs was overbearing. “Hah, you can let


    me know if youck money. I’ll lend it to you for sure. I won’t let you suffer!”


    “Thanks but no thanks.”


    “I’m not expecting such determination! Marcus, you aren’t like what they say, right? That you’ve


    been depending on your wife?”


    Nichs’ eyes went to Cordelia, who was behind Zephyr when he spoke.


    Zephyr clenched his fists, the veins on his toned forearms clear to sight.


    “Stop your nonsense.” Cordelia’s voice sounded suddenly.


    She stepped in front of Zephyr, her pretty eyes wide, resolute, and fearless. She might be soft in


    certain matters but stood firm when someone picked on her husband.


    “Mr. Thompson, my husband gifted me this shop. We don’t need your money! He’s hardworking and


    takes care of the family now, giving me what he earns. From what I see, he’s the best husband in


    the world!


    “So please watch your words next time. Stop judging others with your old standard!”


    Nichs blinked and carefully examined the girl in front of him. He hummed a whileter, saying,


    “Pretty, it’s not that my standard’s old. It’s that your husband’s really awful!


    “Hah, do you know what sent him to prison in the past?”


    “Nichs Thompson!” Linda suddenly got up and stared straight at him. “You’re not wee here.


    Please leave!”


    Nichs felt his heart squeeze. He slowly turned around and took off his sunsses. It had been


    eight years. The person in front of him was the same but not anymore. Their gazes were no longer


    what they looked like right when it all began.


    Nichs forced a smile. “Ms. Quimby, how have you been?”


    Linda did not hear that he had tried his best to stop his voice from shaking.


    She took a deep breath. “Nichs, today’s the grand opening of my friend’s business. We don’t


    want to spoil the fun because of you. Please be sensible and leave on your own!”


    “Who says that I’m here to spoil it?” Nichs snorted and pointed at the two lines of flower baskets


    outside. “I came with gifts!


    “Besides, you’re epting someone like this as a friend?” Nichs’ gaze was flippant as he


    smirked.


    Linda’s brows were tightly knitted as she trembled. “Cordelia’s my best friend! Since she’s married


    Marcus, he’s my friend too. I forbid anyone from wrecking my friend’s ce!”


    Nichs’ hand that held his sunsses tightened. He looked at her quietly, a sh of warmth


    running in the bottom of his eyes. The woman was still like how she used to be—loyal, biased to her


    own kind, and faithful.


    She did not know that this world had many traps, though. What if she identally stepped into a


    bottomless pit?


    Nichs was silent for a long time before he smiled and waved a hand to get his men in.


    Over ten men in ck quickly filled up the small cafe, and the mood changed drastically.


    “Ms. Quimby, you must be joking.” Nichs smiled. “I’m not here to wreck anything. I’m a customer!


    “Mr. and Mrs. Grist,” he said, looking at the couple. “Please make us a cup of coffee each. Latte


    without sugar.”


    Cordelia had never experienced something like this. No matter howposed she looked on the


    outside, her heart was drumming.