Chapter 393 He’s Too Cool And We’re Horribly Outmatched, So Don’t Fight Anymore

Smarts, spunk, and schemes—to have all three of them made him downright terrifying. Zidane could not hope to match him, not by a long shot. Suddenly, everyone was reminded of how Zayn had always been the crème de la crème of the family’s younger generation before his exile. Zidane had never been the best. Could it be a result of the exceptional genes Zayn inherited from his mother? “That’s enough!” Jordan had quickly reached his last nerve. He lunged, grabbing Shane by the collar, and dragged the savage away from Zayn. Shane, still burning with rage, protested violently, “What are you doing, Dad? I’m gonna beat the sh*t out of—” His sentence was cut short by two loud slaps across his cheeks. So hard we’re the blows that the young man was stunned into a dumbstruck silence. “You’ve gone too far, Shane Larson! You can’t do that to your own damn cousin!” Jordan fired back, though he paused as soon as he noticed Zayn ending the call to prevent Jordan from placing any doubt on Zayn’s