Trash Son-in-law is the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 4

There Marcus was, on all fours. The security guards exchanged amused glances and Marcus took a breath before going again.

“Woof.”

This time the guards burst out laughing.

“Louder,” Jeremy ordered, his smirk getting wider.

Marcus’s face burned bright red. “Woof! Woof!”

Jeremy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, grinning the entire time. When the five minutes were finally up, he didn’t utter another word to Marcus.

He simply walked past him toward the entrance, then paused and glanced back at the guards.

“Let him in. He’s my brother-in-law.”

The two guards exchanged startled looks.

“So he wasn’t lying,” the second guard muttered as Jeremy disappeared inside. “He’s actually related to the Johnsons?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the first guard shrugged. “Didn’t you see how Mr. Johnson talked to him? He clearly doesn’t rate the guy. We’re fine.”

They turned back to Marcus, their expressions doing nothing to hide their disdain. “You can go in.”

Marcus simply got up, dusted his hands and walked past them without a word.

The moment he stepped inside the huge party hall, the atmosphere washed over him.

The classical music playing, waiters moving between tables carrying trays of drinks, and the dozens of elegantly dressed guests that filled the room.

But Marcus barely noticed any of them. His eyes went straight to the stage where Katie dazzled beneath the bright lights.

She wore a long, stunning baby blue sequin gown that hugged her figure, with a thigh high slit. Her blonde hair was wrapped back in a french twist, leaving her beautiful face completely exposed.

Marcus’s breath caught in his throat and he completely pushed everything that had happened to him today to the back of his mind.

All he could see at that moment was Katie, his wife. The woman he had worked himself to the bone for.

A proud smile appeared on his face as he watched her step closer to the microphone.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” she greeted warmly as she tapped the microphone. “Thank you all so much for taking the time to be here tonight. I honestly can’t express how happy I am to see so many familiar faces gathered here for this special occasion.”

Marcus moved closer, his attention never leaving her.

“Today is a very important day for me because I’m finally launching something I’ve dreamed about since I was a little girl.”

Katie smiled, her pearly whites fully on display. “My baby. My brand. Maison Rubie.”

A round of applause filled the hall.

“Mason Ruby is about more than clothes,” she continued. “It’s about giving women luxury they can feel proud to wear, timeless pieces that make them feel exactly as powerful and beautiful as they are.”

Marcus watched with admiration as Katie paused and scanned the room. “I wouldn’t be standing here without the people who supported me along the way.”

She turned toward one side of the room and gestured toward her mother. “First, I’d like to thank my mother, Belinda Johnson.”

Belinda smiled proudly and waved as several guests applauded.

“And my brother, Jeremy.”

Jeremy lazily lifted a hand from where he sat.

Marcus straightened, trying to contain his excitement. His turn had come. All his sacrifices had paid off. He was finally going to hear her say his name in front of everyone.

“And finally,” Katie expression softened. “I’d like to thank the person who made all of this possible.”

Marcus’s heart began to beat faster.

Katie continued, “The person without whose help I wouldn’t have been able to turn this dream into reality. Someone who has been a gift to me and to Maison Rubie. Someone I will forever be grateful to.”

Marcus’s chest fluttered and he almost stepped forward.

Katie took a breath. “And that person is none other than…”

Her gaze met his and his smile widened as he braced himself.

“The one and only heir to the prestigious Hall family…” she turned her gaze away from him and stopped on another side of the hall. “…Gerard Hall.”