Chapter 22 EVIL PLAN

• "Why are you here?" Brows knitted into a frown, Klauss asked Narco. The golden-eyed young man exhibits his famous big mischievous grin at him. Narco didn't pay any attention to Klauss anymore, completely ignoring his nanny's existence in the place like he was just like an air.
• Narco sashayed towards his so-called rich daddy, Mort, with one hand buried inside his pocket and his right hand was big open as if he was asking for the penny.
• "The payment." The young knavish man reached his hand to Mort. If truth be told, Narco has been sitting on a pot of gold ever since. All his needs were bestowed upon him by Mort. He grew up spoiled and stubborn. It was all Mort's fault Klauss was having a hard time dealing with their adopted brat. 'My service comes for a price. Nothing personal.' Narco snickered on his mind and he could still hear Klauss sighing audibly in the back.