CHAPTER 14: DIFFERENT, DIVIDEND

“Where’s my chicken, Ryker Reid?” I said as I closed both of my fists. I am now fuming mad at him. It’s now his turn to laugh. In just one snap of his finger, the door from his room suddenly opens. Someone went inside holding a serving plate with a food cover dome. I nearly fainted and I am about to cry.

“Please put that in front of us.” Ryker Reid told one of the kitchen staff. He was able to obliged right away.

“What did you do?” I sobbed. He’s laughing...