Zein's POV.
Steven's eyes were widened as he held his cheek, unable to look up, I stared at him, my arms in my pocket and my head angled.
He looked up, his eyes red.
"What gave you the right to take my phone away from me?" I asked.
Okay, maybe that's just an unhealthy excuse but boy has been growing so much wings lately and it's beyond annoying.
"You slapped me? Godfather?" Steven asked, and I shrugged.
"Would you slap me back, Godson?" I asked back, and he strengthened himself, handing me back the phone.
"I'm sorry, godfather" He mumbled and I turned away, ignoring him completely.
Just then, a call entered and I picked it, noticing it was Miran.
"Yes?" I enquired.
"The CEO of Chanel's Group wants to have a meeting with you, along with COs" Miran said and I
