"You freaking blackmailed the poor chef," Asher said with a loud laugh.
He just couldn't restrain himself as he remembered the scene of Silas negotiating with The Chef.
The chef had felt like a baby in the hands of Silas's maneuvers.
Silas sighed.
"I am now a businessman, thanks to my job."
Although he said it that way, within him, pride began to swell like an overfilled balloon.
"What job?" Asher asked with furrowed brows.
He had always thought Silas was only a student candidate of the Imperial Academy, who happened to be freakishly talented.
Silas glanced back at Asher with furrowed brows.
"You don't know yet?" He asked.
Asher shook his head slowly in confusion.
"I could have sworn I told you," Silas muttered, stroking his chin slowly.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Silas spoke again.
"I am the CEO of Sovereign Garden."
Asher nodded.
No, almost nodded, but he stopped mid-nod, his head hanging, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.
"If I may, how old are you?"
