SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓=𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 [𝐂𝐚𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐧 𝐐𝐢]

"𝕻𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘."

"Pete, come back here already; don't be angry with me—"

("Why do I have to go home there, and why keep calling when you don't even need my advice?")

"Listen to me, Pete, I don't have anyone to sleep with here every night because you asked Morse to take Venice with you, and the house has gotten more boring because Macau hasn't returned yet. How can—"

"Macau hasn't come home yet? Wait. Don't tell me he hasn't come home since he found out about your plan?"

"Y-yeah, that's exactly what's going on—but Pete beli—"

"Why didn't you look for him?! That's your brother! Maybe he's been skipping meals! Why didn't you even tell me before?!" Tankhun as well as Pol and Arm were shocked by Pete ranting at the person he was on the phone with. Tankhun stood up, carrying Venice, and went to the mini-living room next to the dining area."

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"Porsche, are you busy?"

("I'm here trying to find out where my brother is.")

"I'll get there soon."

("Is there a problem?")

"There's something you should know. It might help with Porchay's whereabouts." It had been a few seconds, but no one had answered on the other line, so he didn't wait for Porsche's response. He hung up the phone.

The taxi he was riding in was already on the main street when two cars got ahead of them, blocking the one he was in. The taxi driver did the same thing when he saw him in the rearview mirror. He knew who sent them even before the passengers got out. He quickly typed and sent a message to Porsche.

I was frowning the entire ride because I was in between these two bodyguards. When we arrived at the house, the bastard was standing in front of the door, drinking his tea. The bodyguards were about to touch me when I gave them a look that made them back up.

He approached me smiling, but I just passed him because seeing his face made me wear out. He inherited everything from his father. It's great that Macau pays attention to any of my advice, and I hope Venice grows up to be a good person. It's just so unfortunate that most of the families I belong to are mafia families—not that I don't want to be a part of them, but normal life is still very different.

I went straight upstairs to Venice's room. I tried not to make any sound while walking, but he is not in bed. Yes, Venice hates crib, and it only makes him cry all day.

Vegas appeared in front of me when I opened the door. We both locked our gazes on each other. If I hadn't been so tired, I would have punched him in the face.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I shifted my gaze elsewhere. I'm angry because he didn't tell me about his plans for Macau, and I'm particularly upset because I didn't think he'd get to the point where he'd use his only brother for pestilent wealth. I'm not sure if he still lacks the wealth he desires or if he still competes with Khun Kinn.

"Pete, please don't give me that cold treatment. You don't understand me—"

"What?" My ears grew hot when I heard what he said. Me? I didn't understand him? "What else am I missing here? Vegas—"

"I was planning to tell you about it but—"

"But what? Vegas, I wouldn't be here right now in front of you if I didn't understand you!" I don't know, but the anger I feel intensified because of what he said. I don't need to ask him anything because he will prioritise himself over everything else.

"Khun Macau," Morse called out to his boss, who was watching Venice, playing a real gun. Venice's playroom was right next to their room, so they could hear the fight between Vegas and Pete. He immediately changed the subject when he saw Macau's expression, "Khun Macau, Venice has been playing with that gun since he woke up; perhaps we can replace it with something else?" He tried to sound normal disregarding the fact that his heart had sunk when the kid chose the gun to play with.

Macau stood up and replaced the gun the boy was holding with a ball. Morse sighed and followed Macau out of the room with his eyes. He didn't ask because he knew where he was going.

L approached Venice and started playing with him. Morse noticed Cyprus fiddling with his phone and approached him. "What are you up to?" he asked as he sat on the sofa's armrest, reading the news about the spacecraft set to launch next week. Morse looked at him questioningly and replied, "You know I've always wanted to go to outer space."

Macau checked his watch before starting the car. It was 3:30 p.m. He hadn't even left the gate when his cell phone rang, and he quickly answered it when he saw the caller ID.

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Have a good day❣️

—CHOFFIELESOULVES