"You really have no upbringing, do you? Not even the most basic manners."
Zachary Redgrave took off his hat and mask and casually ran a hand through his hair. As he looked up, the smile in his eyes was instantly eclipsed by a glacial coldness in their depths.
Without another word, he walked over and swept all the breakfast off the table. The violent aura emanating from him made Fiona Keating just a little bit afraid.
Her agent, standing beside her, flinched. He quickly pulled out his phone and secretly sent a message to Nathan Redgrave.
Zachary Redgrave leaned over, pulled a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped the splattered porridge off his clothes. "From now on, when you speak—especially to me—you'd better think carefully before you open your mouth."
"Zachary Redgrave, are you crazy? Believe it or not, I'll tell your uncle right now!"
