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 rted 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.


    The major supermarkets were closed.


    Zachary had to go to a convenience store that operated 24/7.


    He did not take his time to pick a gift. Instead, he led his security team into the convenience store and


    cleared the shelves.


    The store employee was startled by the massive group of men entering the store with solemn faces.


    Even though the leader could pass as a celebrity, the store employee was not in the mood to


    appreciate his hotness. What if they were the mafia?


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    Her survival instincts kicked in to protect herself and had the police on speed dial.


    It was a good thing that these people swept the items off the shelves and piled them up on the cash


    register. The hottest sourpuss solemnly uttered, “Check out, please.”


    The store employee was relieved.


    They were not the mafia.


    A good few minutester, Zachary exited the convenience store together with the security detail. Every


    bodyguard had their hands full with grocery bags.


    The store employee took a nce at the shelves. Those people practically emptied the stock.


    It stuck in her mind that among the stuff bought, there were also packs of sanitary pads…


    Why did a bunch of men need sanitary pads?


    Zachary finally met Clive twenty minutester.


    While Zachary went on a shopping spree with his bodyguards, Clive sat on the sofa, munching on


    snacks and watching TV. Clive took it easy for sure.


    Zachary was tempted to fling his bought goods at Clive when he walked into his nemesis chixing.


    Pulling a sour face, Zachary drew close and dropped all the grocery bags onto the coffee table.


    He 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 nced 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 pped the flying packs away, but one pack of sanitary pads fell into his arms.


    “Zachary, are these what you’re giving me as gifts?”