"Kuya?"

Gallagher looked up to see the incoming guest.

"How is she?"

“She’s doing good. He doesn't want to see you based on his face. ” Laugh at it.

"Then don't call me brother," he complained to his younger brother.

"What do you want me to call you? Sir, Boss, highness or Mr. Nossnevs, Mr. Svensson… What else, ah, Mr. Gheron? ” jokingly asked his brother a Pastry Chef.

"Maybe someone will hear that from you." He laughed too.

He had nothing to hide from his brother who apparently inherited from him. Gallagher knew, that he knew his real job but the girl's mouth remained silent.

“Who is he, huh?...