The Hidden Emperor Returns

Chapter 2

Marcus walked into the elevator, his demeanor calm and unchanged; he was not trying to put anything on his mind. 

His phone began vibrating; pulling it out, he saw a strange number. He answered the call with a smile on his face. 

“Well, I wonder why the Dancing Dragon is calling me; it must be something urgent.” 

“For the first time in a while, you answered the phone. I prepared a gift for your wife and her family. It's the Eon Diamonds, the ones worth $200 million. I wanted to give them something bigger but?” 

“Don't bother with it; sorry for giving all of you high hopes like that to meet them.” 

“What happened? Is anything wrong, Lord Marcus?” 

Marcus rolled his eyes; he knew that he would have to tell them anytime from now. 

“Nothing much, just that I am getting divorced. Can you do me a favor, Austin?” 

“Name it, Lord Marcus, I will do it with no hesitation!” 

“Come pick me up; I need to get ready for the gala tomorrow. There are many things I need to put in order.” 

“Where am I picking you up from?” 

“Forrest Corporation,” 

“I will be there in 10 minutes!” 

With that, the call ended. Marcus was looking at the elevator door; he had a lot going through his mind, and the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was get back to a place where he would be alone. 

The elevator opened, and he was still looking at his phone, not looking at the door, when it opened. 

“I never thought I would see Lauren's handbag walking out of the building like this.” A voice said from the other side. 

He looked up to see who it was, and there, right in front of him, he saw someone he was not going to be happy to look at. 

Keith Crenshaw, one of the Sintrils' famous spoiled brats. If entitlement had a score, then he would be a top runner. The main irritating thing about him was that he was one of Lauren's not-so-secret admirers who would openly say things to her when he was even there. 

But it didn't matter anymore; he wasn't married to her anymore, so nothing was going to hold them together. 

Marcus had the coldest look on his face, trying to avoid anything that would look like a confrontation with the imbecile. 

He tried to walk past him, but the man blocked his path. He looked up to see what the problem was. 

“Can I help you?” He calmly asked Keith while burning with rage inside his heart. 

“Oh, so you can talk back? I thought you were just mute whenever you saw me.” Keith smiled; he leaned closer to whisper something to Marcus. 

“We both know it is for the best if you leave now; she is meant for more, not to be tied down by someone so useless.” 

Marcus slowly turned his gaze to the man in front of him; surprisingly, he didn't know how he was able to hold himself back from hitting the man. 

He was about to walk away when Keith used his leg to trip him a bit. Causing an envelope to fall out of his pocket, Marcus caught himself trying to pick up the envelope, but then Keith snatched it. Without even a second thought, he tore it open. 

“Let's see what contraption you have.” Keith paused when he saw what he was looking at. 

“These are golden tickets to meet with the high-ranking families of Sintril! Only a select few are given these tickets!” Keith looked at Marcus; he could see the look in his eyes. 

“Hand it over.” Marcus was looking at Keith; he was not taking the insult lightly, knowing that Keith wanted to see what he was going to do. 

“Tell me now, how did you get this?” Keith began to raise his voice a little. “I know you don't even have the money to buy it, let alone be given one, so this means you stole from Lauren. You didn't even wait for…” 

Marcus closed the distance between him and Keith; he was looking at him. He had bottled up the rage for long, and he was going to make sure that he would pass on a warning. 

Marcus stared at Keith, almost like he was looking into his soul. 

“The only reason your arms are still attached to your body is because somehow I am managing to control my anger and rage. But let me tell you now, you are about to draw your last straw, and heaven knows I won't be kind enough to hold back.” 

Keith stared at Marcus; fear resonated in his heart at the moment. He had taunted Marcus in the past, said many things very insulting, and Marcus was mute to all his insults and taunts, but standing in front of him now was a different man.

A man who would not waste time ending him if anything got too far. 

Marcus took the envelope from Keith and slowly put it back into his pocket. The look on his face was still the same, unfazed and cold. “Isn't that the boss’s husband?” 

“I heard he is a nobody, so why is he talking to Mr. Keith like there is something he can do?” 

“Maybe he wants to make himself look scary.” 

The workers at the corporation were staring at them, shocked to see what was happening. 

Marcus didn't want to cause a scene; he slowly began walking away. Trying to see if he would maintain the order of things, he wasn't going to give Keith any other chance for nonsense. 

Keith saw Marcus leaving, and he thought that he wanted to insult him; there was no way he would let him walk away after making him look like a fool. 

“Hey, stop right there and tell me where you got those tickets from.” Keith snarled; Marcus paid no heed to him. 

“I am talking to you!” He reached out and pulled Marcus by the shoulder. “I don't know what you think you are, but there is no way in hell a nobody like you has the right to leave when I am still talking to you.” 

Marcus paused; he let out a sigh as he stared at the door. “You did it again.” 

He muttered calmly. Keith was confused. 

“Did what?” He raised his brow as he looked at Marcus. 

Marcus slowly turned to Keith; the grim look on his face was strong enough to kill a man. 

“Such a fool…” He shook his head as he cracked his knuckles. 

“What?” 

Before Keith could finish talking, Marcus had flung him across the room onto a desk, damaging computers and other things.