Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 167

ATHENA

My blood boils. What kind of idiots are these?

I'm about to step forward and give them a piece of my mind, but someone beats me to it.

Alex.

He steps forward slowly, grabbing a sack of ingredients without hesitation. His face is calm, but his voice is cold.

“Is your company bigger than mine?.” He stops and asks the first man.

“Mr. King, you seriously-”

“Answer my question.” He cuts him off.

Everyone is so quiet you can hear a feather fall. The man starts shaking as he forces a fake laugh,

“No. How can I compare to you, sir?” He responds, and I hold back a scoff.

Bastards who want to bully those weaker than them but fumble when someone more powerful is in the picture.

So pathetic.

“Or you,” He turns his head to the other two. So lazily, he looks like they don't even deserve to be looked at, “Perhaps yours makes more money than mine does.”

They both shake their heads quickly, mumbling something about how that’s not what they meant. One of them even starts stammering, trying to backpedal like a coward caught in a lie.

Alex scoffs and slams the sack onto the table.

“If you can't do what you're told to, then go home,” he says, his tone sharp enough to slice through bone.

“Why are you even here? Is that what you're going to teach your kids? That a little dirt on your hands makes you less of a man? That teamwork and effort are beneath you because you signed a few cheques?”

The silence is so thick that even the trees seem to lean in.

“No wonder your companies are still worth the same value as an expired coupon,” he adds with a dry smirk.

Some people chuckle under their breath, others are nervous, and others are stunned.

It's like walking around eggshells with Alex, and they all know it. One call from him and everything they own either increases in value or turns to shit.

As much as I hate to admit. He is a powerful man. And I find it hot.

I mean, who wouldn't?

Ethan steps forward right after, his arms folded, and his gray eyes narrowed in that lazy way that somehow feels more dangerous than yelling.

He clicks his tongue.

“It’s always the ones who peak at mediocrity that act like lifting a finger might kill them.”

He turns to Alex with a laugh, grabbing a chopping board from the supply table. Then, he turns to face the fathers.

“Let me guess. Your wives dress you too?”

The teacher, standing at the front with a clipboard, lets out a noise, something between a laugh and a cough and drops her pen.

I have to hold myself from bursting out into a fit of laughter.

Miss Lorenzo, Rayen's teacher's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as Alex turns toward her.

“Where do we start?” he asks, his voice as friendly as it can get.

She blinks.

Twice.

Then, she points with a shaky hand to a section by the grill.

“Uh….r-right there, Mr. King.”

I narrow my eyes at her.

She needs to calm down before her ovaries explode.

The dads, now shame-faced and awkward, scatter toward the supply tables.

One trips slightly.

Another mutters something about being misunderstood.

“Mums, it's your turn. Does anyone have a complaint?” The other teacher asks.

“No, we don't.” We all respond in unison.

“Great!” She claps her hands together.

“You can get started!”

Everyone erupts into movement.

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