Chapter 74 - A Dish Best Served Cold


    Marco had been informed by his father that Arthur had taken ownership of the Brown Company,


    something which seemed inconceivable. Yet, it had indeede to fruition with no uncertainty.


    As per their agreement, Marco, having lost the bet to Arthur, had to kneel before him and apologize


    publicly.


    Marco approached Arthur, his face contorted with anger and his pride crushed. He was humiliated to


    have to submit to these demands in front of the people who had once admired him. His heavy exhale


    carried his indignation as he stopped in front of Arthur and reluctantly bowed down to the ground in


    supplication.


    "What an asshole you are, Arthur," he muttered.


    "Arthur," Marco said apologetically. His voice reverberated through the grand lobby, causing everyone


    to be suddenly silent.


    "I''m sorry for what I did to you while you were working here."


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    Marco couldn''t seem to shake his curiosity about what had transpired with Arthur. In a short span of


    time, he had gone from being trash to someone of great value. Marco couldn''t help but wonder how


    Arthur had attained his newfound wealth. Had he robbed a bank? Or perhaps he had married an


    elderly widow and then killed her for her money? Maybe his grandfather was secretly providing


    financial support to Arthur?


    Marco clenched his fists, silently wishing he could confront Arthur. He was aware of the consequences


    of his actions, yet he still wanted revenge. After all, Arthur had essentially taken control of the entire


    Marco certainly didn''t want his employment there to be terminated that day. "Arthur, you bastard," he


    muttered in his head, not daring to say it aloud.


    "Arthur, I apologize for deliberately taking Linda away from you to cause you pain, as well as for firing


    you from thispany without any valid justification. I am also sorry for the way I treated you while you


    were working here." Marco spoke firmly, his forehead still pressed against the cold marble floor.


    Everyone was shaking their heads in disbelief as they watched the events unfolding before them. Many


    of them were still in denial, refusing to ept what had transpired.


    "What the hell is going on here?"


    "Is it really true?" one of them asked, staring at Marco in disbelief.


    “It must be a prank yed by Marco,” another replied, shaking their head. “I''m certain of it. Only an


    idiot would believe this. Stop this, Marco. I know it looks funny, but this is not a joke.”


    "Marco, what are you doing?" one of them ran up to Marco and attempted to help him to his feet.


    "Arthur, how dare you?" they said, turning to Arthur with incredulous looks on their face. "What kind of


    trick is this? Do you think we''d actually believe this?"


    Arthur smiled, looking at the eyes of those who couldn''t believe the extraordinary event unfolding


    before their very own eyes. Even when Marco, a person of immense pride, knelt before him, they still


    doubted the facts that were clearly not in their favor. Yes, humans are like that; they will only ept


    and believe in things that are beneficial to them.


    Arthur then approached Marco and, cing his foot under Marco''s chin, forced him to look up at him.


    Marco was visibly seething with rage as if he was about to punch Arthur any second.


    "Look at me, Marco," Arthurmanded.


    The onlookers were filled with apprehension and dread, many of them having previously insulted


    Arthur. It was clear that the situation was about to be very unpleasant.


    "Marco," Arthur began sternly, "you have been exploiting your role here to intimidate those who are


    weaker than you. You''ve been ying the field, dating every female employee and even getting some


    pregnant, then leaving them. You have nothing to offer thispany. You are scum and, as of today,


    you are no longer employed here. Get away from me now!"


    As soon as everyone heard Arthur''s words, they could no longer deny the facts that had just unfolded


    before them.


    "Is it true that the brownpany has beenpletely bought out by someone?" someone asked.


    “Is it really Arthur that bought it? This can''t be right, can it?” another question.


    "If Arthur is now the full owner of thispany, does this mean that our lives won''t be safe here


    anymore?" someone else chimed in, their voice shaking with fear.


    "No, this can''t be happening. This must be a joke," another person said, their face pale with shock.


    At the realization of what had just happened, some people immediately trembled and looked as if they


    were about to faint.


    John, who had been standing not far from Marco, also felt as if his body was trembling violently, a


    terrible fear coursing through him as he realized he had made a fatal mistake. His gaze followed


    Arthur''s direction, and as Arthur passed in front of him, he muttered, trembling, "Ar… Arthur…."


    Arthur then halted, turning to face John. "Mr. John, I suggest you leave this ce immediately. As you


    will not receive any kind of severance here. A manager who does not treat his employees with respect


    does not deserve to remain here."


    John begged and tried to follow Arthur, but Arthur didn''t seem to notice him at all.


    "No! Arthur, I''m sorry!" he called out, as Arthur was followed by Edna and Alicia and walked away.


    John was still in denial. "It can''t be true, right?" he said to himself, then walked towards Marco. "Mr.


    Marco," he implored, "please tell me if this isn''t true. Can Arthur really suddenly be aplete


    owner of thispany? This can''t be happening."


    Marco, no longer able to contain his fury, abruptly rose to his feet and fixed Arthur with a menacing


    re. From his pocket, he withdrew a knife and resolutely dered, "You won''t be walking away from


    here alive, Arthur!"


    He was determined to exact his revenge and make sure Arthur would never again be able to rest easy.


    Marco sprinted towards Arthur, knife poised to strike, but at the same time, Alicia, who was walking to


    Arthur''s left, smiled and leaped into action.


    “Let me show this fool what I''m made of!” she eximed.


    In a single swift movement, she kicked Marco onto the ground, his face crashing hard against the floor.


    Marco''s face was battered, and some of his teeth were even knocked out of his jaw. His body was


    rendered limp, and he passed outpletely.


    "What the heck is going on here?" someone asked, bewildered. "Why is that girl so strong?"


    "I''m afraid," another added, concerned. "Will my fate be the same as theirs? I don''t want to get fired


    from thispany."


    As they spoke, Arthur was standing in front of the exclusive elevator, essible only to thepany''s


    top-level executives.


    Alicia then returned to Arthur''s side with a satisfied smile. "At least I''m content that I taught that stupid


    Marco a lesson," she said,ughing.


    Arthur smiled back at her. "Don''t you remember that he was one of the people who donated to you,


    Alicia?"


    "Really?" Alicia replied, raising an eyebrow. "I think I just beat him up enough as a way of saying thank


    you. If not, I would have put him in the hospital already."


    "Oh really, Alicia?" Edna said, smiling and teasing her. "I thought Marco might be in the hospital for a


    few weeks after getting that kick from you. Tsk...you''re too sadistic for a woman, you know."


    "But," Alicia answered with another joke, "while Edna Unnie stands on the right as an angel, it''s only


    fitting that I, who stand on the left, serve as the demon, isn''t it?"


    From a distance, Arthur was unaware as a blonde-haired woman with a worried face ran towards him,


    clutching her pregnant belly in an effort to keep steady in her high heels. She called out, "Arthur... it''s


    me, Arthur.... I miss you."