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"And you are asking me for help?" Zane asked, raising an eyebrow incredulously at the blond young man in front of him.
This Aiden had guts, Zane had to admit that.
"I am asking for information. If you wish to help, it will be a lot faster."
Wish to?
Pffft.
What was this Aiden even thinking? Why would he, the great Zane Caldwell, "wish" to help a mere, mortal human being such as Aiden? Or his premium blood seller friend???
Zane pursed his lips in displeasure. Usually, when human beings came to him for help, they crawled on their hands and knees. They also brought something valuable to appease him. Aiden Thompson brought nothing but his haughty attitude! He didn't even say please!
If Zane now helped him out of the boundless kindness of his heart, wouldn't he become the laughingstock of the entire city? He could not risk that, no way!
