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Noa flinched at Setoâs abrupt noise before he settled a look of concern onto him. âWhat?â There was no sense to be made out of this. Why was Seto so angry? âWhere else would I beâŚ? I donât have yoga until the afternoon. Iâve been in my office⌠Oh, and there are donuts in the break room. Did you want one? Are you⌠Are you feeling well, Seto?â he asked, sinking into a chair across from Setoâs desk. âWhy are you looking at me like this?â
âDonât play dumb with me, you snot-nosed punk!â No, that insult wasnât nearly strong enough for what heâd suffered at the hands of this freak. Trying to steal his body and his company was bad enough. But the image of a brainwashed Mokuba forced to protect Noa with his life was burned into his mind, and thatâs all he could think of, whenever he thought of his so-called âstepbrother.â So what if Noa supposedly changed his mind and saved them at the last second? It was Noaâs fault they were all in that situation in the first place!Â
âEnough head games! Acting innocent with me isnât going to get you anywhere! And itâs certainly not going to help you take over KaibaCorp!â He lifted his hands off the desk, straightening his posture-- though not before he dragged his desk phone closer, hand hovering over one of the buttons. âYouâre not invincible in this world, Noa. So give me one reason why I shouldnât have you dragged out of here by security right now.â














