Chapter 570

"When am I getting my Cullinan, bro?" James asked, clinging to the topic. Beckett raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him. "Once Stanton kicks the bucket, I'll get it for you. Starting today, make it your daily ritual to pray for his early demise." James looked wronged. "Like my prayers actually work that well?" "You've always had a cursed tongue," Beckett nodded seriously. Madeleine couldn't help but laugh quietly off to the side. James shot her a glare. Beckett instantly pulled her into his arms. "Who you glaring at, huh? Want me to pluck your eyes out?" James instantly shrank back, following behind them like a puppy. "My bad, bro, sis-in-law..." Carl was trying hard not to laugh, his shoulders slightly shaking. James, unable to provoke Madeleine, turned on Carl instead. "What you laughing at? Never seen a good-looking guy before?" "Nope... never," Carl said, dead serious. James clenched his fists—classic move. Whenever he lost a verbal battle with Carl growing up, fists always c