"Ma'am, it's better if you accept the money . . . They are Mr. and Mrs. Svinyov," the stuff whispered, and the family of pigs puffed their chest.
I'm thinking, they must be one of the powerful families here in Finland.
I raised an eyebrow at the staff, and he zipped his mouth shut.
These people must be living in a cave, judging that they didn't recognize Zhander nor me.
I don't care if you're royalty or if you owned all of Europe! No one. I mean, no one! Messes with my family!
"We don't need your money. We have plenty of those. Why don't you shove it in your as––!"
"Estela . . ."
Zhander intervened and walked beside me, holding Zach's arm while my little guy still embraced the stuffed toy with his small hand.
Zhander plastered a smile with an unreadable face. He then stared at Zach.
"Zach, give them the toy."
What?!
