“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’ve received orders from higher-ups. You’re no longer considered part of the Bryant


    family, so you have no right to utilize any assets tied to the Bryant family, including this car!”


    Marco stared back at him, his expression impassive. His gaze instilled a sense of unease in the


    security guard.


    Internally, Marco couldn’t help but scoff. The car hadn’t been bought using the Bryant family’s funds but


    his own personal savings.


    However, Laying out the facts at this juncture seemed futile. The


    Bryant family’s actions had made their intent to cut all ties abundantly clear.


    Loraine’s temper red. Since when had someone like Marco been subjected to humiliation by a mere


    parking lot security guard?


    She let out a cold, derisiveugh.


    “Is the Bryant family so petty? Who sent you? Mrs. Bryant? Laura Bryant? Or perhaps Marina?”


    The security guard, already unnerved by Marco’s prating gaze, forced himself to maintain a defiant


    demeanor. He retorted disdainfully, “It doesn’t matter who handed down the orders.


    Regardless, their authority far outweighs that of a person with uncertain origins. I’m an employee of the


    Bryant Group and it’s only natural that I follow the Bryant family’s directives.”


    “I see, as obedient as a dog, aren’t you?”


    Loraine’s frustration mounted, and she was ready to continue her verbal duel with the security guard.


    However, Marco lightly tugged her hand, halting her.


    His expression hardened, taking on a wearied look, as he nced at


    Loraine. “There’s no need to waste energy on someone like him.”


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    Loraine inhaled deeply, reigning in her anger, and nodded. “You’re right. It’s not worth stooping low to


    engage with such petty individuals.”


    Throwing the haughty security guard a frosty nce, Loraine led Marco away from the parking lot.


    She didn’t believe that they wouldn’t be able to secure another vehicle or hail a taxi.


    Once they exited the parking lot, they managed to g down a taxi without much dy. The frustration


    Loraine harbored was palpable. The duo shared the back seat, falling into a silence that stretched out


    for a considerable length of time.


    The driver, perceptive to the uneasy atmosphere enveloping his passengers, refrained from initiating


    conversation. Yet, his asional nces at Marco through the rearview mirror indicated recognition,


    mingled with a touch of curiosity.


    Noticing the driver’s probing Looks, Loraine turned her gaze to Marco, concern filling her eyes. At that


    moment, Marco had his eyes shut and was leaning against the seat, his Lips pressed together tightly


    and his brow furrowed. Respecting his silence, Loraine quietly pulled out her phone to browse the


    latest online news.


    As she sifted through various articles, a spark of anger ignited in her eyes.


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    In a remarkably brief amount of time, the Bryant Group had already made a public statement dering


    Marco’s impending expulsion from his post.


    Utterly shameless!