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Chapter 737 No One Stirs More Emotions Than Zayn Larson!

Zayn could already sense in his guts that Smith’s intention was impure. He could sniff the ulterior motive, the trap hidden behind an apologetic pretense. To think, some foreign celebrity would have the audacity to set up a trap in what was effectively Zayn’s home-turf! How amusing.

Zayn could not wait to see what kind of surprise Smith had in store for him.

Esther pushed the door open, and Zayn’s eyes came face-to-face with the newcomer, Kenneth, and the full glory of his pillar-thick neck, his almost similarly-sized face, and his bulking muscles pushing against the man’s shirt. He had the potential energy of a loaded shotgun. Then, judging from the calluses paving his knuckles as he set his fists on the table, Zayn was sagely enough to know that he was looking at a professional boxer with commendable skills.

So, Smith managed to get a pro on his side. No wonder he worked his damnedest to secure Zayn’s attendance—things were about to get interesting.

Zayn, impossibly perceptive as
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