Even in submission, the aura he exuded was potent, seemingly capable of consuming all around him.


    Within the mansion, a maid who witnessed this couldn’t suppress a shudder. Marcus’ overwhelming


    presence, undiminished after hours of kneeling, was unparalleled within the Thomas family.


    Derek quickly brought an umbre, sheltering Marcus from the rain.


    “Derek, escort Sir Marcus home without dy,” Freyja instructed.


    Thoroughly drenched, Marcus climbed into the car. Derek cranked the heater to its fullest, but to no


    avail.


    Marcus experienced fluctuating chills and warmth, leaning back, a trace of fatigue clouding his eyes.


    Agony radiated from his reopened wound, and his head felt unusually heavy.


    “The wound must have opened again. Mr. Thomas, please endure it a bit longer. I’ll increase our


    speed,” Derek assured.


    Despite Derek’s swift driving, the journey was abruptly halted by a loud explosion. The tire had burst,


    and the car skidded to a stop.


    Marcus, resting with his eyes closed, snapped them open at the sudden halt, his sharp ck eyes


    looking out at the rain-soaked night. A slight contraction of his pupils betrayed his thoughts. Indeed,


    sleep would evade him tonight.


    Derek nced back and informed, “Mr. Thomas, we’ve had a tire burst.”


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    As he made to exit the car to investigate, Marcus stopped him with a firmmand.


    “Don’t leave the car.”


    Derek quickly discerned that something was wrong. Having inspected the tires that very morning and


    found them in perfect condition, he concluded that someone must have deliberately ced an


    obstruction on the road. The heavy rain had obscured his view, causing him to drive over it.


    “We’re under attack!”


    From the back seat, Marcus’ coughing broke the tense silence. Fever was overtaking his body, but he


    needed to remain alert.


    Derek’s eyes found Marcus’ slightly flushed face, concern filling his voice.


    “Mr. Thomas, are you ill?”


    The timing was uncanny. Already weakened from his wound and drenched by the rain, Marcus was at


    his most vulnerable.


    Reaching under the seat, Marcus retrieved his prized Desert Eagle-a pistol that would prove invaluable


    tonight.


    “I’m fine. Look after yourself. They’ll be prepared,” Marcus warned.


    The identities of their assants seemed apparent to Marcus, even without much thought.


    Derek, too, reached for his weapon. He sent their location to Han, keenly aware of their


    disadvantage.


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    A sudden jolt shook the car, and a bullet left its mark on the ss.


    Derek ttened against his seat, gauging the direction of the gunfire.