Chapter 377


    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.


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    "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 re. "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 actualbat training. How could


    you let someone beat up


    your handsome face?"


    Zayne gritted his teeth. "I let her get away with it because she''s a woman."


    Francis'' jaw dropped.


    "What kind of woman is this aggressive?"


    Zayne said resentfully, "She''s the executive president that my father just appointed. Hmph, she


    must be dreaming if she wants me to work with that bastard, Jay Ares."


    Francis'' mind was starting to wander. "I want to meet this toughdy. Zayne, you said that ever


    since you were a child, you''ve been in hundreds of fights. Other than your darling sister, no one else


    dares toy a finger on you."


    Zayne''s furious expression suddenly froze. He looked u p at Francis in surprise. "What did you just


    say?"


    "I said I wanted to meet this toughdy."


    "No, after that."


    "I said that you, Zayne, said that ever since you were a child, you''ve been in hundreds of fights-"


    "After that."


    "Other than your darling sister, no one else dares toy a finger on you."


    Zayne removed the handkerchief from his face, then h e became motionless as if he had been


    possessed.


    "What''s the matter with you?" Francis asked, puzzled." Zayne Severe, did your brain get knocked


    out of your skull?"


    Zayne held up his hand to stop him. "Don''t speak, give me a moment."


    In his mind, the image of Rose punching him surfaced.


    Every time she attacked him, she seemed as if she was familiar with his tactics.


    "F*ck, did I see a ghost?" Zayne muttered to himself in a daze.


    Francis looked depressed. "Just call me Francis."


    Every time Zayne called him intimately, he would just use one word, and that word just so happened


    to be extremely crude.


    "I''m not calling out to you. That''s just my catchphrase! " Zayne retorted.


    Francis touched his nose awkwardly. Was he just thinking too much?


    "I think I understand why my father trusts her so much," Zayne muttered to himself.


    Francis moved toward him. "What''s that?"


    Zayne grabbed Francis'' hand emotionally and started rambling incoherently, "Her persona is Ange


    Lin. Put that together and isn''t that just Angeline? My father must be treating her as if she''s my


    sister, Angel."


    Francis narrowed his eyes. "The problem is, she''s not your sister. Angel’s dead. There would never


    be another Angel in this world."


    "But she has Angel''s aura. Even when she hit me, it was just like how Angel did it."