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Chapter 740 That’s Why No One Talks About Race During Dinner

“I’m sorry, Mr. Larson. Please accept my apology!”

It was a sentence Smith had to push out of his unwilling throat and his clenched teeth. Watching him, his compatriots felt just as humiliated and indignant.

Seeing his purpose achieved, Zayn decided to drop his charade. Getting under these people’s skin was enough; anything more than that and he would seem oh-so-irritating and an asinine prick.

“Well, seeing how genuine you are, I guess I have to forgive you after all!” Zayn replied in markedly proficient Esperanto—he was so good, there was not even a hint of regional accent in it!

Smith’s bile multiplied exponentially. He was so close to flipping the table. He knew it! This bastard could speak Esperanto—he was just trying to make things difficult. What a piece of sh*t!

Whatever rancor in Smith’s face, however, could not beat the one on Kenneth’s glower.

It was precisely what Zayn wanted to achieve. These foreigners went around in Rheasia pretending to be king, lording over so ma
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