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Chapter 150
Chapter 150
Chapter: 150 “Leon, please, plead on my behalf. | cannot afford to lose Novus Group,” Brock pleaded, gazing at Leon with hope in his eyes.
Ever since this son entered the room, his father had been kneeling there, while he leaned against the wall, seemingly detached from the situation.
Leon glanced at Claudia, but opted to remain silent. “You're mistaken. Your father and | have dedicated our entire lives to Novus Group. Since you took over its operations, the performance has plummeted. It’s time to reclaim it and implement a restructuring plan.”
Claudia rose from her seat and declared, “Arrange a ticket for Brock tonight. Stop kneeling here. Return home and pack your belongings.”
She had reached a firm decision that brooked no argument. After a brief moment, Brock rose to his feet, glaring at Marcus with sheer animosity. “Are you content now? Remember, | am your elder. Aren’t you afraid of choking on whatever you snatch from me?”
Marcus sneered with a cold detachment, “If you had recognized me as your nephew when you pointed that gun, none of this would have unfolded. By the way, be content with the consequences of your actions. You know what, what | desire is not your business, but your life.”
“You...” Brock was rendered speechless. How could Marcus be privy to everything?
As soon as Marcus departed, Brock hastened to Claudia, seeking forgiveness. He knew he had crossed Marcus, who now posed a threat to his life.
In that moment, he truly regretted the missed shot, a shot aimed at the nephew he had despised for so long. Marcus took a few steps forward, with Leon following suit, yet Leon’s indifference remained unwavering. “You even handed over the evidence. Are you determined to strip my father of everything?”
“At least he still has his life,” Marcus remarked, his voice laced with bitterness.
Upon returning home, Marcus found Millie. Her face was neatly bandaged under the doctor’s care. Sitting before the mirror, Millie observed the gauze covering her face as she spoke to Grace over the phone. “You want to invite me for dinner tomorrow? Is it a gesture of gratitude for saving you at the bar? No, thank you.”
Millie scowled at her features concealed beneath the swathes of gauze. How could she possibly venture out to meet people? She didn’t want Grace to worry about her.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“It's not that | underestimate you. It’s just that | have design work to attend to and no time to meet up. Please take care of yourself and eat well.”
After talking for a while, Millie and Grace ended the call. Millie put the phone down, tured her head, and found Marcus, who had a disinterested expression on his face, standing at the entrance.