“Okay, I remember your instructions.”
After ending the call, Fiona turned around and caught sight of Marcus standing nearby. Startled, she
feared he might have overheard her conversation.
Marcus’ expression darkened. “Who were you calling?”
Moments ago, he intended to contact Derek regarding an afternoon business arrangement. As he
stepped outside, he observed Fiona sneaking off to make a call.
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With eyes sharp as a de, Marcus’ stare made Fiona stutter, consumed by anxiety.
“I… Iwas calling a friend.”
“You’re lying.”
Marcus unveiled her.
He effortlessly saw through her ruse. Overwhelmed by Marcus’ intensity, Fiona’s anxious eyes
reddened.
“What’s going on?”
Upon Leon’s arrival, he noticed Fiona’s obvious nervousness, her legs quivering.
Without hesitation, he reached out and held her trembling hands.
Nervously, Fiona exined, “I… I just called a friend. And Mr. Thomas came by, asking whom I was
speaking to. I got scared.”
Evidently, something was awry with this girl. Marcus’ stemness remained unaffected by Leon’s
presence.
Sensing that the woman he aimed to protect was in distress, her hands icy cold, Leon’s temper red,
and he stepped forward.
“she’s my woman. She’s none of your concern. Just mind your own business.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow and scoffed, saying, “I didn’t expect there’d be a fool in my family.”
As Millie emerged, she witnessed the two men quarreling not far away.
After his remark, Marcus seemed prepared to depart. Yet Leon’s grip on his arm tightened, unwilling to
let him go.
“Who do you think you are? Others might revere you, but I don’t. I won’t let you mistreat my woman.”
It was Marcus’ injured arm that Leon was gripping. The pain shot through Marcus immediately, though
he concealed it.
Wasn’t that Marcus’ wounded arm? Millie rushed over, took hold of Leon’s hand, pulled it away, and
positioned herself between Leon and Marcus.