Chapter 144

The face under the black 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?” Nicholas 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—Nicholas was not exempted from it.

It unnerved Nicholas, 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 Nicholas’ hand touched Zephyr’s shoulder, the latter grabbed his wrist immediately.

Nicholas 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. “W