In the dimly lit master bedroom, Marcus stood facing the vanity mirror, removing his worn leather jacket in one motion before placing it on the hanger.In another corner of the room, Quinn sat leaning against the headboard, silently observing her husband's every movement.They had shared this room for the past few weeks, dividing territory like business partners living side by side.Marcus calmly stepped toward the worn-out sofa in the corner of the room, which had been his domain every night.However, the air temperature suddenly dropped sharply through the gap in the window right behind the furniture.The man slowly bent his legs, trying to find a suitable position in the narrow space without complaining.The sofa was so small, even only as long as his knees and only able to accommodate three-quarters of Marcus’s large body.Seeing her husband's stiff posture, Quinn’s grip on the edge of the blanket gradually loosened.Memories of how the man's broad back had blocked Dominic Vance’s

The oppressive silence that replaced the scorching heat of that bright afternoon only further fueled the Sterling family's malicious intent to provoke the quiet man standing before them.Feeling that her string of verbal insults had done nothing but crash against a wall of steel without drawing any reaction, Seraphina's slender fingers suddenly tightened their grip around the plastic cup of iced drink in her right hand.The fashionably dressed woman raised her hand while curling her lips into a crooked smile, then deliberately splashed the entire dark-colored liquid across the front of Marcus's body.The brownish, strong-smelling stain along with chunks of ice immediately seeped into the fibers of the simple clothes they had mocked from the very beginning.The cold drink trickled down from his collar to the hem of his shirt, creating a filthy sight amid the grandeur of the elite shopping district.A shrill laugh of satisfaction instantly cut through the crowd from behind Seraphina's b