Shutter

Chapter 21 - Julian

"Holy shit why is a literal prince here?!" Miles spoke loudly. His eyes were wide and his jaw was on the floor. However, when he realized what he had done, he instantly covered his mouth and lowered his head.

"G-Greetings to His Royal Highness, Prince Julian!" Miles stuttered at the first word because he couldn't get over the fact that a prince was present in this place.

"Lower your head," Julian responded as he smiled brightly at the two. Soren, on the other hand, was still observing Julian as if he had seen someone who borrowed a ton of money from him and never paid back. His gaze was almost striking.

"M-Mister Chandler, greet his Royal Highness!" Miles encouraged as his eyes switched back and forth between Soren and the prince who were staring at each other.

"The little man is right, Soren. Why don't you greet me? It's impolite to not greet the Prince of England when you see him," Julian smirked as he chuckled and looked over at Miles.

"Don't stutter next time." The journalist could only nod his head at the imperative command before Soren responded.

"What are you doing here?" He asked directly without the formalities and Miles' face contorted into awkwardness because he couldn't bear the thought of a mafia heir and a royal prince fighting.

It was then, he finally heaved a sigh of relief when the person they were all waiting for showed up in the picture.

Mikhail emerged from one of the rooms carrying a small bag in his hand. The man stopped when he saw what was happening in the living room and, just like Miles, his gaze switched back and forth between Soren and Julian.

"Can you explain what's going on here?" Soren demanded as his face visibly darkened.

'Holy shit,' Miles thought as he secretly cowered in a corner hoping that he wouldn't get involved in this mess between the big whales.

He couldn't even afford his rent for the next month let alone a lawsuit filed against him by the British Royal Family if Soren were to beat up a prince.

When Mikhail finally regained his senses, he sighed before handing the bag that looked like a lunch box to Julian, who, in return, smiled at Mikhail warmly. Miles even noticed that when Julian received the bag, he purposefully grazed his fingers over Mikhail's.

The journalist's eyes then went back to Soren and he was correct. Soren Chandler's face became so livid that veins were forming on his forehead as if he were a volcano about to erupt.

"Get going. I wouldn't want the entirety of England to come at me."

"But can I come on you?"

Miles snorted at the joke because that was so unexpected and double-edged that he was set in a fit of chuckles as he hid behind the wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. He couldn't help himself. He didn't know a prince could also have that kind of humor.

Soren, on the other hand, finally lost his temper and he stormed to Julian with his clenched fists ready to beat the royalty out of him when Mikhail eyed him dangerously. Miles could tell that it was a dangerous look because it was practically telling Soren to back off and not do anything.

That seemed to have worked as Soren stopped in his tracks and instead, glared at Julian again.

'He's like a child,' Miles thought.

The drama unfolding between a dangerous mafia heir and the Prince of England was something he had never thought of before-

'Wait...' It took him a few seconds and his eyes widened in realization.