SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓=𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 [𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

"𝕰𝖝𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊."

He can't take this any further. He rose up and took long strides out the door. He ignored Vegas and instantly stopped a vacant cab and immediately hopped inside.

While Pete was busy calling Macau, he realised Venice wasn't with him. He trusts Morse, so he eased down for a moment, but it wasn't long until the mobile operator spoke, drawing his focus back to his main concern right now. Macau didn't pick up his call, so he instructed the driver to step on the gas.

Meanwhile, Vegas was left in the restaurant and was now very furious. He went out and left everything behind. He knew Pete was on his way home now to check on his brother. Pete should be kept in the dark about his plans because he's aware of Macau and Porchay. Pete is easily carried away, especially when it comes to this matter, which is why he won't listen to what he has to say, and this often leads to conflict between them.

~~
"Where are you going, Macau?" Fen Qi asked, her hands gripping his left arm. If he doesn't respond, she won't let him go, and if he does, she'll follow him wherever he goes. This woman has the guts to hold him and act as if they know each other and are really close, so he firmly seized her clinging hands and brutally removed them one by one. He saw how the woman was writhing in pain, but he didn't care and quickly got out.

His annoyance returned as the woman followed him to the garage. He couldn't stop himself from screaming. He would have hit her sooner if he had no regard for the opposite gender.

He took his wallet and ballpoint pen from the car and pulled out a cheque. "I wish you had told me sooner how much you need."

Fen Qi shakes her head rapidly. "No, I don't need that!"

Macau's phone rang, and he promptly answered it.

"Macau! Are you still at home?"

("Hello, yes, P'Sà-pái. I'm in the garage right now.")

Pete let out a relieved sigh and glanced out the window before responding, "When did you get home?"

("Right around 7, P'Sà-pái.")

"Have you had breakfast?"

("Not yet, Phi, but I will eat later.")

"All right, let's get down to business with your personal matter; do you have any new information about Porchay?"

("Phi, I've been trying to find him since he went missing, but I still don't know where he is. I'm worried, Phi.")

"I'll be there in a few minutes; wait for me."

(But Phi, I—")

"Don't be stubborn."

("Okay Phi.")

~
"Khun Vegas, will we follow Khun Pete?" Morse asked, slightly swaying while carrying Venice, who was fast asleep.

"Of course," Vegas replied without looking at him, and he proceeded to the exit. When they saw their boss with that normal menacing look on his face, all of the bodyguards immediately followed, yet discreetly so as not to wake Venice.

A few minutes later, Pete arrived home and found a woman and Macau talking. He could see how annoyed Macau's expression was while talking to the girl so he approached him.

"Macau."

"P'Sà-pái!"

Pete turned his attention to the woman. "Who is that girl?"

Macau didn't answer him and just looked in another direction when he caught sight of Morse carrying Venice so he approached him.

"Are you Macau's classmate?"

"Ahh.. no Phi."

"So you're friends with Macau? Why do you two seem to be arguing?"

Fen Qi is weak in these kinds of situations so he couldn't come up with any reason, so she remained silent.

~~
They are all sitting quietly in the living room now. Pete can't believe that even Macau can be used by Vegas in exchange for wealth. He didn't send Fen Qi home first because he wanted Vegas to confirm what he found out today.

The woman was sitting on the other sofa while Macau was next to him, feeding Venice a melon drink and L was standing near the door.

The atmosphere inside changed again when Vegas arrived. Vegas walked in and kiss-sniffed his cheeks for a quick moment but he didn't hug him and didn't show interest.

Vegas noticed this, "Pete? Is there a problem?"

"What came into your mind and you looked for someone to marry Macau? Huh, Vegas?"

Pete's words stunned Macau. "What wedding? P'sà-pái, what wedding?"

Pete had forgotten Macau was sitting next to him, but this is better: to witness it himself. How could his own brother, his last blood-related family member, plan to exploit him.

"Macau— Macau!"

He dashed out of the house and directly to his car. Allowing such information to impede his search for Porchay is completely pointless. Porchay has been missing for over a week, and he hasn't spoken to Porsche because Pete was the only one who informed them. Tankhun may have spoken first since he can't keep his mouth shut, who already regards himself as Porchay's second father.

He'll now head straight to Porsche to explain what happened before his brother vanished.

~~
He knew Pete would confront him about this, but he didn't expect him to be so fuming. "Pete, I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't like it...and I was right."

"You already know I wouldn't really like it; why did you accept the offer? How much wealth do you still need?! Huh?"

Those who were with them noticed the tension between the two. Vegas clenched his fists while looking at Pete, feeling the urge to strangle him to death. He stood up and went upstairs.

"Vegas, we're not done yet!"

Fen Qi briefly bid her goodbye before giving Pete her phone number. He didn't stop her since he was still thinking about his talk with Vegas. More than that, he didn't think he'd ever expect that from him. He had only seen one thing while talking to Vegas earlier, and he needed to warn Porsche about that.

~~
Vegas was keeping an eye on Pete, who seemed to be waiting for someone outside their gate on CTTV. He was able to quickly read the scene and predict what would happen next.

He leaned back in his swivelling chair and reached into the drawer for a magazine. He opened the page with the bookmark, and a picture of Porchay holding a guitar appeared. "Auditions For Scholarships" is written below the picture.

"These brothers are really something; they still want to find a job to work hard when they already have unlimited money to use," he chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at the photo. Satisfied, he went to their room to take a nap, leaving the magazine face down on the table.

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Have a good day❣️

—CHOFFIELESOULVES