Chapter 392 An Immensely Gratifying Play, But Only If You’re Not One Of The Designated Suckers

Shane Larson was not just any random Joe—he was Jordan’s only son. Within the family, his position was just one rank below Zidane. Nevertheless, Zayn had slapped this all-important figure just like that. Was this Zayn’s hubris showing? It must have been, right? Raymond watched it happen in a nonplussed daze. He was actually desensitized to these mind-blowing developments, he discovered, because he was hardly stunned by any of it anymore. He thought Zayn was at his most arrogant when he taught Chester Turner a lesson the night before, but that could not hold a candle to the degree of bald-faced conceit he displayed this time. To Raymond, Shane had always been an example to look up to, a larger-than-life titan of sorts. Conversely, Zayn flouted that status with a loud and resounding wallop, right in front of the rest of the family—right when both Jordan and Zidane were watching! Perhaps conceit was an inadequate description. The right word had to be hubris; Zayn was so grandiosely s