Chapter 42: Touch the Dragon's Treasure, You're Dead, Bastard.

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A/n: First of all, this is to thank @ZeroKiryu662 for acknowledging that I'm not a 'Sir'. 🤣🤣 I don't know why there are always people assuming I'm a guy. I'm a legit and biological Female, I swear. 😅😅

And I'm sorry I wasn't able to update ENC. I'm currently hung up with another story. If you don't mind Dark-Psychological Themed Yaoi, you might want to drop by on my other novel, FLAWLESSLY FLAWED. I'm trying to make that as mindfucking as I can possibly go and I'm kinda enjoying it more than I probably should. Haha

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"I don't mind."

Ace felt like a laser shot through his heart.

Lovely lovely lovely.

He smiled widely.

Of course, his wife is the best! Why would he even need to worry?

Alexander gave his hand another kiss and they proceeded to start eating.

Ace's heart feel so light now he feels he can fly.

Everything goes his way.

Is this a coincidence or a heavenly intervention?

Ace look at Alexander. The later gave him another heart stopping smile.

'this is a blessing...'

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Ace look at the old wrinkly faces around him.

He lifted his brow.

The fuck is wrong with this people?

"It's not that we criticize your personal life or your... 'sexuality'... But we think that as the Chairman of the Board, an appropriate public reputation is needed." A nameless and faceless pig said.

Ace stared at the suddenly smug Vincent Michaels(fatty) and then to the suddenly revived Henry Michaels (chicken) beside him.

The old chicken stood up and took the bunch of newspaper from his too made up and too airhead to be competent secretary.

Ace just watch them and let them start the show that they prepared.

Nonchalantly sitting back on his bigger and higher CHAIRMAN chair, he watch with a stoic face.

Henry made a big gesture of standing up and slowly walking to Ace then harshly dropping the newspaper in front of him.

Ace didn't react but look for the particular green eyes in the crowd.

Their eyes met and that fucking Rick gave him a smirk as if saying 'Not my fault you slip up, bitch.'

Ace almost want to burst out laughing at that very moment but he held it in.

He's looking forward to the show. He just hope they satisfy him especially since he also prepared a surprise back for them.

"What are you laughing at, you brat?!"

Ace transfer his sight to the old chicken that stand back a meter away from him.

Looks like he still remember how Ace swung him by his tie.

The old man look back at his minions for moral support before focusing back on Ace spouting his carefully written script.

"I knew you're trouble! Helen shouldn't have followed your childish whims!" Henry gave Ace a disgusted look. "Look at what you did. You're a disgrace."

Ace face turned cold.

He really wants to kick this bitch down to sew his mouth but he should hold back. It's not yet time.

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