Chapter 707
“Mr. York.”
The bodyguard spoke up once more.
Zachary turned his attention to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard uttered, “Mr. Stone said you need to get it yourself to show your sincerity. You can’t let your bodyguards run the errand for you. Your respect for Mr. Stone represents your love for Ms. Hunt.”
In other words, Zachary would be insulting Clive if he did not make the purchase himself. It meant he did not love Serenity enough to give Clive basic respect.
Clive’s terrorization saw Zachary seething with rage. Yet, Clive got him where it hurt.
Although Serenity and Mrs. Stone had not known each other for long, they were related by blood.
Zachary could not take the Stones lightly.
Without another word, Zachary turned on his heel and left.
He went to get a gift for Clive.
supermarkets were
to a convenience
gift. Instead, he led his security team into the convenience store and cleared the
could pass as a celebrity, the store employee was not in the mood to appreciate his hotness. What if
kicked in to protect herself
thing that these people swept the items off the shelves and piled them up on the cash register. The hottest sourpuss solemnly uttered, “Check
store employee was
were not the
few minutes later, Zachary exited the convenience
detail. Every bodyguard had their hands full with
employee took a glance at the shelves. Those people practically
stuff bought, there were also packs
a bunch of men need
met Clive twenty
Clive sat on the
his bought goods at Clive when he walked into his nemesis chillaxing.
drew close and dropped all the grocery bags onto the coffee
then went out.
Zachary grabbed the other bags from the bodyguards and moved them into the suite, piling them onto the coffee table and two–seater sofa.
It was quite a heap of stuff.
Then, he went on to sit on the single–seater opposite Clive.
“Is that enough respect for you?” Zachary coldly snapped.
Clive lowered the TV volume before rummaging through the items in the bags. As he looked, he nitpicked, “Zachary, what did you get? Are they even worth anything? The stuff is for kids.
“I don’t even have children. This brand of cigarette tastes awful. You could at least get me cigars. This is not good alcohol.”
He glanced at the bags. “You went to a convenience store. Shouldn’t you at least get me something from a major supermarket?”
Clive caught a glimpse of the sanitary pads among the random things in one bag. Pulling out the packs, he tossed them at Zachary.
Zachary slapped the flying packs away, but one pack of sanitary pads fell into his
arms.
“Zachary, are these what you’re giving me as gifts?”