Drewâs eyebrows furrowed. In a fit of anger, he crushed the glass barehanded.
Asher flinched, instinctively moving back to avoid the shards of glass flying toward him.
âIf Wyatt dares to allow Bella to marry into the Iverson family, even if I donât take Christopherâs life, Iâll
even make sure that he wonât be able to have kids!â
At that moment, the door swung open. To their surprise, Arnold confidently entered with a serving tray,
startling both of them.
âWe were in the middle of a conversation, Mr. Larson. Shouldnât you have knocked as a matter of
courtesy?â Asherâs expression showed a hint of helplessness but no sign of any resentment.
âCanât you see my hands are occupied!â Arnold snapped back as he narrowed his eyes. He walked
over and placed the tray on the coffee table with an exasperated huff.
With a sarcastic tone, he added, âI used my butt to push the door open, cousin.â Arnold addressed
Asher mockingly. âIf you think Iâm impolite, I can go out and knock again.â
Drew smirked as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, observing Arnold from head to
toe with amusement.
âIs there anything you need?â Asher asked as he lowered his gaze.
âMy aunt personally made some chicken soup and asked me to bring it to you two.â Arnold deliberately
adopted a passive stance, just to annoy Asher.
âI donât like soup. Could you grab a beer from the hall? Preferably chilled,â Drew said as he casually
crossed his legs on the edge of the coffee table, shaking the cigarette between his lips up and down.
âGot a light? Help me out.â
Arnold snapped, âYou! Youâre pushing it too far!â
His face turned red with anger as he felt that Drew was pushing his luck. He wished he could pour the
hot chicken soup over Drewâs head for his attitude. Did Drew really believe he could command Arnold
like a servant?
âDrew, stop fooling around.â
Asher, who had been silent, finally spoke calmly with his deep, captivating voice, which Arnold found
seductive.
âMr. Larson is Aunt Milaâs nephew, and heâs our guest. Letâs not jo around without boundaries.â
âOkay, okay! I get it. I have no boundaries, no sense of moderation, manners, and no shame. Iâll leave,
so I wonât bother anyone.â
Drew took back his cigarette, stood up gracefully, and casually took a sip from the bowl before
smacking his lips.
He remarked, âItâs too bland.â
Arnoldâs eyes widened in disbelief. Wyattâs children were all excellent individuals. Yet it seemed chaos
followed Drew. He seemed like an entirely different person compared to the rest, almost as if his genes
were mutated!
Drew left the study as he yawned.
With only Asher and Arnold remaining, the room suddenly became quiet. There was a subtle tension
between them.
Asher didnât even glance up at Arnold.
Arnoldâs breath shook as he approached Asher. âHas anyone ever told you how damn irresistible you
look with glasses?â
Asher took a deep breath. He lowered his gaze before suddenly pushing Arnold, making him stumble
awkwardly despite his quick reaction.