Zephyr looked at him icily, an alert and dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
Nicholas 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?”
“None of your concern.” Zephyr looked stony and cold.
“I took care of you when we were behind bars, bro.” Nicholas was overbearing. “Hah, you can let me know if you lack 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?”
Nicholas’ 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!”
Nicholas blinked and carefully examined the girl in front of him. He hummed a while later, 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?”
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