Kendrick Declaring Ownership
"Just call him Zhaogu," Kendrick said sharply, voice cold as steel. His arm tightened possessively around her waist, fingers splaying as if to declare ownership to the entire room. "And don't touch his filthy hand."
The temperature in the office plummeted.
"Kendrick!" Zhaogu barked, half-standing, outrage flaring across his face. "Are you insane?"
Before sparks could turn into wildfire, Beryl stepped in smoothly, a lawyer's instinct sharpening his tone.
"Alright, Zhao," Beryl said firmly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You discuss the shop with Nerissa and your sister-in-law. I have urgent matters to go over with Kendrick."
He leaned in just enough to murmur, "If I don't stop him now, he'll make the air toxic with dog food until dawn."
Zhaogu snorted
