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“You’re f*****g shitting me, tell me this is a lie,” Alec deadpanned, scowling at them from across the table. Oliver sighed as he nudged Helios with his elbow, who got the hint. “No, sorry,” Helios replied in French. “You said you didn’t know French,” Max said, glaring at Helios as he held his knife and fork. “So, why are you speaking French?” “I never said that,” Helios replied in English, his head down, refusing to look at his brother. “I simply asked if you knew they spoke French.” “Eat,” Oliver deadpanned, piling the chicken Damian had made onto his plate. Damian and Maureen were sitting together, talking among themselves. Matt was glaring at the duo, but he kept looking away to try and continue his conversation with Helios. “If looks could kill,” Amber said in Korean; Oliver sn