Zane stopped right in front of Noel and looked at the latter quietly and coldly with his dark eyes.
The next second, Zane opened his mouth. "Noel, do you think I have no idea what you're planning to do? Do you think I don't know what you and my mom are conspiring?"
Noel was startled; he watched Zane closely.
Zane laughed.
His laughter was cruel and bitter. "Conspiring against me right under my nose! Noel, do you really take me as being blind or deaf?!"
Noel's heart sank slightly.
He still had no words.
Standing statuesquely in front of Noel, Zane was wearing a lightly patterned shirt that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. His collar was slightly loose, revealing his neck. A slender wrist could be seen extending from under his cuffs. From his dressing to his inherent body features, Zane exuded the domineering vibe of someone who had been in a high position for a long time.
