All Chapters of Rise of the belittled: MARCUS HALE: Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
92 chapters
Chapter 82
Reaching the establishment, Marcus was promptly escorted down a quiet corridor to a private dining suite.The manager was already seated inside, holding a small polished box on the desk. As Marcus walked in, the manager immediately rose and offered a deferential bow."Mr. Marcus, thank you for arriving on such short notice," the manager expressed politely. "We believe this sample matches the specifications you provided."Marcus took a seat across from him, his gaze focused entirely on the container. "Let me inspect it."The manager carefully lifted the lid, revealing a fragile specimen resting on soft velvet. Its slender leaves and faintly shimmering stalks looked remarkably similar to the plant Marcus was seeking.Leaning forward, Marcus examined the stem closely. His sharp eyes picked up on subtle discrepancies almost right away. The coloration lacked depth, and the scent lacked the sharp, potent undertone characteristic of the true herb.With a quiet sigh, he sat back in his leathe
Chapter 83
Marcus stood motionless, his dark gaze fixed on David, who looked practically ready to foam at the mouth with rage. He neither moved nor spoke, simply letting the frantic accusations hang in the air.Should I step in? he pondered briefly.The thought vanished as quickly as it came. David's behavior was completely beyond reason, and attempting to talk sense into him would be a complete waste of time."You think you're better than me, Marcus?" David spat, his voice echoing sharply down the hall. His rumpled clothing and wild appearance made him look like a desperate man clinging to the last shreds of his dignity. "Walking around here like you own the place! Guards, grab him! I'm telling you, he's sneaking out without paying! Look at him, does he look like someone who can afford to eat here?"Marcus remained silent, his steady composure contrasting sharply with David's chaotic outburst. He noticed the guards exchanging glances, a flicker of uncertainty entering their eyes.The head guard
Chapter 84
After dealing with David's frantic scene, Marcus headed back to his residence to prepare for the evening gala.The soft glow of the late afternoon sun painted the private courtyard as a sleek sedan pulled onto the paved driveway of the estate. Anita sat in the leather interior of the rear seat, her jaw set in quiet frustration. Her father had given explicit instructions for her to accompany Marcus to the venue. Refusing was out of the question, yet she fully intended to take advantage of the quiet ride to put him back in his place.She wanted to remind him of just how out of depth he truly was.When Marcus stepped out onto the porch, unhurried and composed, Anita watched him through narrowed eyes. His unflappable calm always managed to irritate her. She lowered the rear window just enough to project her voice."Get in," she demanded curtly, letting her annoyance show. "We are already running behind."Marcus gave no verbal response, opening the door and sliding into the space beside he
Chapter 85
Not long after the staff member slipped away, he returned to whisper a quick message into the doorman's ear. The doorman snapped upright, the stiff tension melting instantly from his shoulders. He turned toward Marcus with a respectful, sweeping bow and a warm, apologetic smile."My sincerest apologies, sir," the doorman announced smoothly. "We've verified everything directly with Miss Erica Blackwood. Please, step right this way."The hushed chatter surrounding the entrance died down instantly, replaced by a wave of stunned silence as Marcus strolled through the massive doors with effortless confidence.Anita's face hardened as she watched him glide past, completely unbothered by the spectacle at the gates.'How on earth did that happen?' she wondered, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of the situation. She glanced over at the doorman, desperately searching for a rational explanation. 'Did they let him through simply because he arrived in the same car as us? That has to be
chapter 86
Upon hearing what Anita said, Grek snapped his head toward her, his face instantly souring. "Marcus? That poor fool?""The very same," Anita confirmed, her tone dripping with satisfaction."Can you believe he actually managed to sneak into this gathering?" She gestured vaguely toward the lavish hall. "Strutting around like he owns the place. It's utterly absurd."Grek narrowed his eyes into tight slits. "He's really here?"Anita nodded eagerly, leaning closer as if sharing a juicy secret. "I spotted him just a moment ago. Rest assured, he has zero real connections. I figured you should know, especially after the absurd nerve he displayed last time with all those outrageous claims."Grek's features hardened, his typical smugness giving way to genuine anger."The man has no shame," he muttered coldly. "First at the club, and now crashing this event? Blatantly pretending to be close with someone like Erica Blackwood..."His voice trailed off, but Anita could practically see the gears spi
Chapter 87
Anita stood frozen in place, her self-assurance fragmenting as she mentally replayed the encounter. Grek’s baffling reaction toward Marcus had caught her off guard. Rather than tearing Marcus down as she had meticulously planned, Grek had addressed him with a tone bordering on quiet deference or sheer caution.Her thoughts raced in confusion.'Why on earth would Grek back off? He never holds back, especially when he was furious over Marcus daring to drop Erica Blackwood's name. Why act like Marcus is someone to be feared?'Across the garden, Marcus straightened his attire and turned away, taking steady, measured steps toward the interior. He offered Anita no lingering glance, his complete indifference stinging far more than a sharp insult.Anita balled her hands into tight fists as he walked away, feeling utterly humiliated while her rage bubbled over."What is with this guy? How does he manage to slip through every time? First Julius, and now Grek?" she muttered under her breath.As
Chapter 88
Marcus leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze remaining cool and fixed as Mr. Preston’s rehearsed denial settled over the room. Despite the executive's slick dismissal, Marcus felt a sharp instinct take root. 'He is hiding something,' Marcus thought, reading the subtle tightness in the man's shoulders and the faint hesitation in his voice."Mr. Preston," Marcus began, his voice calm yet filled with quiet authority, "if I have misjudged your connection to this herb, then I apologize. However, if there is a different reason for your hesitation, perhaps a personal one, we might find common ground."Mr. Preston knit his brows, his polished facade cracking for a split second. "What are you trying to imply?" he asked, keeping his tone measured while a hint of wariness crept in.Marcus maintained a neutral expression. "I am suggesting that if you require this medicinal resource for yourself, perhaps due to an underlying health condition, I might be able to offer assistance. My priority
Chapter 89
The hum of the motor provided a steady backdrop as Stephanie and John sat across from each other in the rear of the private sedan. Dark privacy glass masked them from the outside world while the driver skillfully maneuvered through the evening traffic.Stephanie maintained an imposing posture, her gaze directed out the front windshield. "The objective of this trip is straightforward," she stated, keeping her tone direct. "I must track down the individual who cured Erica's grandfather. Though my previous conversation with Erica yielded nothing useful, approaching her household directly will yield better results. They will prove reasonable once they understand the situation."John shifted in his seat and adjusted his designer coat, his expression steeped in doubt. "Do you genuinely believe such a practitioner exists?" he asked, his tone polite yet clearly skeptical. "We are referring to an ailment that even Dr. Kyle proved powerless to fix. How could an unknown figure succeed where top
Chapter 90
John immediately raised an eyebrow upon hearing her words. "Alternative methods?" he asked, his tone laced with caution.Without wasting a moment, Stephanie tilted her head slightly, her expression remaining entirely unreadable. "Their phone records, their daily movements, everything can be systematically tracked. If they have maintained any contact with him, it will leave a trail, and I intend to recover it," she explained smoothly.A look of genuine unease flickered across John's face as he frowned at her proposal. "You would truly resort to measures like that?" he questioned.Stephanie kept her unwavering gaze fixed on him. "This matter extends far beyond simply locating a physician," she replied firmly. "It is about uncovering his identity, understanding his true capabilities, and learning why he has chosen to remain hidden. If I must bend a few rules to obtain those answers or secure a cure for my grandfather, then so be it," she added.Silence fell over the passenger compartment
Chapter 91
John sat behind his desk, one hand resting on the head of his walking stick.Across from him stood Erica.He had asked her to come alone.For a while, the old man said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on his granddaughter.“Erica.”“Yes, Grandpa?”“Who exactly is that young man?”Erica already knew who he meant.“Marcus?”John nodded slowly.“I have been watching you since he arrived. You pay attention to him in a way you don't pay attention to the other guests. You made sure he was allowed into this house without being questioned. And when Stephanie came here looking for the person who treated me, you were determined to protect his identity.”He leaned back.“I know I owe that young man my life. But there is something else you're not telling me.”Erica lowered her eyes.John knew her too well.“Grandpa, I wanted to tell you.”“Then why didn't you?”“Because you were sick.”The answer immediately softened his expression.Erica walked closer to the desk.“When everything happened with