“Master Marcus?” Duke called out, turning to him as soon as he saw the anger glittering in his eyes.“Is everything alright?” He asked, but there was no response.Marcus didn’t even bother to look at him, causing his bemusement to increase. The old man was forced to inch closer to the young heir, and after a few seconds, he shifted his gaze to the men who were approaching with quick steps. He could tell from the reaction of the middle-aged man in front that he was the one Marcus was staring at, but it took him a while before he could make up his mind on the question he was meant to ask. “What is going on here, Mr. Elson?” He asked, sensing that it was easier to ask the man than Marcus who was both angry and pained at the same time. Silas Elson was one of the major board members in the company.Not only did he take some of the major decisions in Cent Cooperation, but his influence was so paramount that everyone in the City knew him in the business world.He controlled most of the r

“Don’t tell me that you are trying to pamper this little brat!” Silas snapped, his voice laced with so much annoyance. “He is just an ordinary boy, and you don’t have to explain things to him! Just get him fired and send him away!” He grunted, glaring at Marcus. When he returned his gaze to Queen, he saw the reluctance written all over her face, and that left him speechless. For more than ten seconds, it seemed as though Marcus was totally unbothered about everything that Queen said to him, but he soon decided to ask questions. Turning to Duke, he took a deep breath, waiting until the old man was ready to listen to him. “How is this true, Mr. Duke? How much shares does this man have in this company?” He waited impatiently, thinking of the many things he could do, depending on the outcome of the question he asked. The old man took a deep breath, and then he glanced at Silas while he was still gathering the right words to say in response to what Marcus said to him. The

His utterance made Marcus’s expression to drop, but he was still insisting on what he said, looking him in the face.Marcus took a deep breath, and then he cleared his throat, holding onto his wry smile. “Why is that, Mr. Duke?” He asked with arched brows, and then he took a deep breath. “Why do I have to go through the rest of the board members? I thought I am the sole owner of this company. That gives me the veto power to kick out anyone I want.” Duke nodded, and while he was silent, he thought about the most suitable words to use at that moment when it was very obvious that he was going to need to say something very meaningful to make his point.“What I am trying to say is that it has always been that way, Young Master. The rules were made by the previous Manager of this company who was managing it before we found you. Your father asked him not to continue any longer.” “I see.” Marcus nodded, holding onto his wry smile. When he turned to look at Silas, he could finally see the

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Marcus nodded in satisfaction, watching as Queen struggled with the cringe that gripped her while she stood before Silas, waiting for him to grab the envelope containing his termination letter. “You are wasting the lady’s time, Silas,” Marcus said with a smirk all over his face, causing Silas to turn to him, gnashing his teeth in annoyance.Marcus grunted, totally unperturbed by the annoyance that he saw written all over his face, the demeanor that made the rest of the board members wary of Silas, reminded of what he was capable of. At that moment, silence had already taken over, but the heat in the space was loud enough to announce its presence, causing the stillness to linger.Silas finally grabbed the tip of the envelope from Queen, causing her to sigh heavily. At the same time, she moved backward, having accomplished her task and hoping not to be given another regarding that situation.After Silas gave her one long look, he looked at the envelope and was a

“I never knew that you had this in you, Jane!” Fred sniggered, nodding in satisfaction. “If this crazy plan of yours pulls through, then we will be able to make that scoundrel pay for what he did to me.” He grunted, but when he noticed that Jane’s attention was divided, he cleared his throat, wondering why she seemed not to be paying keen attention. “What are you looking at?” He asked with a frown, forced to look toward the direction her eyes had gone. Fred’s eyes widened when he saw the student standing in front of him, arms folded and eyes glaring down at him. “You?” He cleared his throat, and then he looked around as though he was trying to figure out if there was anyone else bold enough to stand up to him. When he returned his gaze to Thiago, he looked at him from hair to the sole of his shoes, as though he was looking for something to mock him with. “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know that you are a piece of trash who thinks he can do as