Serenity and Zachary York novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707

“Mr. York.”

The bodyguard spoke up once more.

Zachary turned his attention to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard uttered, “Mr. Stone said you need to get it yourself to show your sincerity. You can’t let your bodyguards run the errand for you. Your respect for Mr. Stone represents your love for Ms. Hunt.”

In other words, Zachary would be insulting Clive if he did not make the purchase himself. It meant he did not love Serenity enough to give Clive basic respect.

Clive’s terrorization saw Zachary seething with rage. Yet, Clive got him where it hurt.

Although Serenity and Mrs. Stone had not known each other for long, they were related by blood.

Zachary could not take the Stones lightly.

Without another word, Zachary turned on his heel and left.

He went to get a gift for Clive.

The major supermarkets were closed.

Zachary had to go to a convenience store that operated 24/7.

He did not take his time to pick a gift. Instead, he led his security team into the convenience store and cleared the shelves.

The store employee was startled by the massive group of men entering the store with solemn faces. Even though the leader could pass as a celebrity, the store employee was not in the mood to appreciate his hotness. What if they were the mafia?

Her survival instincts kicked in to protect herself and had the police on speed dial.

It was a good thing that these people swept the items off the shelves and piled them up on the cash register. The hottest sourpuss solemnly uttered, “Check out, please.”

The store employee was relieved.

They were not the mafia.

It was quite a heap of stuff.

Then, he went on to sit on the single–seater opposite Clive.

“Is that enough respect for you?” Zachary coldly snapped.

Clive lowered the TV volume before rummaging through the items in the bags. As he looked, he nitpicked, “Zachary, what did you get? Are they even worth anything? The stuff is for kids.

“I don’t even have children. This brand of cigarette tastes awful. You could at least get me cigars. This is not good alcohol.”

He glanced at the bags. “You went to a convenience store. Shouldn’t you at least get me something from a major supermarket?”

Clive caught a glimpse of the sanitary pads among the random things in one bag. Pulling out the packs, he tossed them at Zachary.

Zachary slapped the flying packs away, but one pack of sanitary pads fell into his arms.

“Zachary, are these what you’re giving me as gifts?”