Rise of Marcus Reid: Betrayal to Dominance

Chapter 6

“By seeking medical intervention?” The physician’s amusement was evident, prompting Alan to elaborate further.

“I need you to fabricate the severity. Document on the medical record that the assault caused critical damage and I sustained extensive facial trauma. It’s transactional. State your compensation.”

Marcus smiled beneath his concealment, his expression invisible.

“Truly?” His delivery remained casual and relaxed.

Alan and his two companions were already animated with excitement. “Elena confirmed Dr. Mitchell is accommodating and flexible. If we’d encountered a rigid practitioner,” Ivy told her mother.

Elena was her closest confidante. She’d worked alongside Dr. Mitchell previously at Westbrook. Marcus recognized this and suppressed another internal smile.

“This operates through absolute discretion,” Alan continued expansively. “Once I obtain your documentation, I’ll initiate litigation, assault with intent to murder, guaranteeing incarceration.”

“Naturally, certainly,” Ivy reinforced. Her pupils dilated with satisfaction. Patricia beamed.

“He possesses insufficient funds for legal representation. Prison is inevitable.”

Marcus managed a surprised “Incredible!”

“Had he been your acquaintance previously?” Marcus questioned, projecting innocent curiosity.

“My brother!” Alan spat dismissively. “Currently, he’s become inseparable from that insufferable mayor’s daughter who’s rejected every eligible man.”

Alan smirked, muttering more to himself. “That pathetic fool imagines Victoria would rescue him. I’m convinced the mayor would never permit his daughter association with a convicted criminal.” He erupted in laughter, with Ivy and Patricia joining. Observing the physician, Marcus manufactured laughter to maintain his disguise, though he quickly suppressed it.

“Are you perhaps one of Victoria’s admirers?” Marcus inquired casually.

Alan waved dismissively. “Absolutely not! My motivation concerns preventing him from inheriting my grandfather’s corporation. His marriage collapsed, yet now he’s strategizing partnership with the mayor’s daughter. My grandfather would effortlessly transfer ownership to him, understand?”

Already sitting upright despite claiming incapacity, Alan gestured animatedly while describing his scenario.

Marcus internally laughed while feigning attentive interest.

“So he deliberately understood? He recognized Ivy belonged to me and pursued her specifically, to sabotage my inheritance?” Marcus contemplated internally, absorbing Alan’s confession.

Eventually, comprehension crystallized: Ivy had perpetrated infidelity and deception, yet she’d remained ignorant regarding Alan’s identity. Alan had deliberately concealed this relationship.

“He’s the domestic worker my father adopted into our household, subsequently elevated to family status. Now he desires ownership of the Corporation,” Kevin recalled Alan’s actual statement, repeating it mentally.

Yet this represented blatant falsehood. Marcus was three years senior; he’d witnessed Alan’s birth. “How does someone construct such elaborate deceptions, and how can foolish Ivy accept them so readily?” he thought contemptuously.

“So you genuinely intend imprisoning him, guaranteeing both Victoria and your grandfather reject him?” Marcus pressed.

“Absolutely,” Alan confirmed with satisfaction.

“We should formalize this arrangement then!” Marcus reached for his phone, but realizing Ivy and Patricia might recognize him through his device, he whispered to Alan instead.

“Request they wait externally. Women gossip excessively!”

“Precisely,” Alan agreed eagerly. “Please remain outside,” he commanded, excitedly ushering them away. They departed contentedly, envisioning Marcus’s imminent downfall.

Marcus secured the door. Returning to Alan, he extracted his phone initially, terminating the active recording, then navigated to his payment platform.

“Observe this.”

Alan retrieved his phone, inputting information, then displayed a QR code. An alert materialized on Marcus’s device.

“Three million dollars?” Marcus exclaimed loudly. Alan erupted with boisterous laughter, thrilled witnessing his apparent excitement.

“Execute this flawlessly. I’m unconcerned regarding expenditure, eliminate him completely.”

“Absolutely!” Marcus confirmed immediately.

“However,” Alan interrupted.

“What?” Marcus inquired.

“This requires absolute confidentiality. I’ve prepared a digital agreement, my lawyer established it. I nearly forgot.”

Beneath his mask, Marcus’s smile expanded substantially. “Unbelievable,” he murmured internally before vocalizing aloud. “This signifies mutual silence regarding our conspiracy. The aggrieved party retains litigation authority, claiming compensation of, ”

Alan nodded, extending the contract. “Twenty-five million dollars. Regardless of our arrangement, contract violation invokes legal penalties, specifically…”

“Twenty-five million dollars,” Marcus recited immediately. Without hesitation, he inscribed his signature, returning it for Alan’s execution. A duplicate transmitted to his email.

“Everything remains satisfactory?” The physician’s feminine tone abruptly shifted. Alan registered the change but attributed it to the transaction’s seriousness.

Marcus deposited his phone securely. He approached Alan with controlled aggression. Alan recoiled, bewildered.

“You desired critical injuries, yes?”

Alan nodded vigorously. “On my documentation,” he emphasized.

“Then permit me to oblige!” Marcus discarded his protective equipment instantly. Alan’s expression froze in shock. Before comprehension registered, Marcus descended upon him with relentless force, devastating strikes targeting his face and cranium from multiple trajectories.

“I’ll guarantee you receive precisely those fatal injuries you craved!” Marcus grunted between impacts.

“You’re my biological sibling, yet you fabricated such despicable lies? Absolutely unforgivable!” He delivered another strike near Alan’s eyes.

“Mercy! Mercy! Forgive me! How did you discover this location? Explain!” Alan pleaded desperately.

“You require explanation?” Marcus seized his collar, yanking him forward, then whispered menacingly. “You genuinely need clarification?”

Alan nodded frantically, tears cascading, his face grotesquely swollen, his hands performing supplicating motions.

“I was walking directly behind you alongside Victoria, here visiting someone,” Marcus released him. Alan braced for additional punishment, but Marcus simply laughed uproariously.

“At minimum, you’ve confirmed I’m not obsessive. Unlike yourself, who investigated until identifying my marriage target and corrupted her.”

Alan accepted this, desperate for cessation, but Marcus continued relentlessly. His screams for assistance proved useless, the chamber possessed soundproof construction specifically designed for accident victims whose anesthetic resistance caused involuntary vocalization during surgical procedures.

Following Alan’s unconsciousness, Marcus meticulously documented his injuries. Exactly as Alan had requested. He extracted his phone from his bloodstained garment, displaying the NDA contract, setting the screen timer for fifty minutes, sufficient duration for Ivy and Patricia to discover it. He positioned the device on the medical table. Everything stood documented. Ivy and Patricia possessed adequate education to comprehend the implications.

Marcus smiled wickedly while observing Alan’s condition. “This represents precisely the consequence every malevolent brother merits.”

Removing his medical attire, Marcus deposited it into the refuse container, thoroughly washing his hands and facial area. No blood remained.

Retrieving his personal phone, he transmitted to Dr. Mitchell: “Assignment completed. Commence treatment.”

Through the adjacent exit, Marcus departed. Mitchell arrived within five minutes, immediately alarmed upon witnessing the scene. He accessed the external entrance, summoning his colleagues. They rushed inward.

“What??????” Ivy shrieked. Patricia exclaimed loudly.

Mitchell confessed. “My exceptionally trusted associate requested temporary assignment. A medical graduate, genuinely exceptional, years before. His methodology appeared questionable, yet…” Mitchell stammered, shaking his head.

“I possessed insufficient authority for refusal given his grandfather’s hospital ownership.”

“You’re stating this truthfully?” Patricia’s eyes widened dramatically, nearly protruding.

“Yet this is my husband,” Ivy muttered through tears. “His grandfather similarly owns this institution…”

Patricia tapped her rapidly. “It’s Marcus. He orchestrated this!” They prepared to sound alarms and pursue him when Mitchell observed the phone positioned on his desk.

“Why remains the phone activated?” Everyone redirected attention. Ivy approached it rapidly. Expecting communication, she observed instead a contractual document. The specific language Alan had emphasized suddenly registered.

“The defaulting party assumes liability for compensation equaling twenty-five million dollars or supplementary amounts…”

They collapsed simultaneously. Mitchell stared, stunned. Silence persisted for extended minutes afterward.

“I require to administer medical intervention,” Mitchell eventually articulated.

“Perhaps settlement without legal proceedings remains possible?”

“Negative. We’ll handle this discreetly. It’s confidential, correct? I’ve calculated my approach,” Ivy responded.