Chapter 135 Tolerance


    Marshall looked indifferent and did not show any respect to Sam.


    Sam was anxious. Seeing Marshall’s response, he simply stuck the elevator door with his foot


    stretched out.


    The elevator closed slowly, but with induction, it opened then.


    Sam looked at Marshall and smiled. "Mr. Grant, let''s talk about it. I think we have misunderstood


    before, so I came all the way to exin it to you."


    "Misunderstood?" Marshallughed. "You’ve called the media. I think you’ll give them an exclusive


    extra."


    Sam froze and did not expect that Marshall had already known it so soon.


    He contacted the media only yesterday, but he said nothing. He only told them that he had an exclusive


    report about Marshall.


    He thought that he would turn to the media to make some fake news if Marshall refuses to talk.


    But Marshall got his n immediately.


    No wonder.


    Those people in the media tended to sail with the wind.


    Sam looked embarrassed. "Mr. Grant, I can’t exin all that in just a few words. Shall we go


    somewhere to talk slowly?"


    All passers-by were looking at them, making Sam a little embarrassed.


    "No." Marshall said and took two steps towards the elevator. He softly kicked Sam''s foot at the elevator


    door.


    And the lift door closed again.


    When the lift went up, Marshall looked extremely angry.


    The atmosphere in the lift was cold and serious.


    He walked out of the lift and entered his office.


    When he sat down, the first thing he did was to call Peter inside.


    Peter came over happily, "What''s the matter? You went to see Katherine at noon. What happened..."


    He said and noticed that Marshall was furious. Then he swallowed back the words that he intended to


    say.


    He blinked. "Well...Sir, what can I do for you?"


    Marshall put his hands crossed on the table. "Sam is downstairs, and maybe he will not leave


    immediately. Call the security guard toe over and kick him out."


    "Sam? WF Group?" Peter said angrily, "How dare him toe here? He has called the media."


    Marshall kept silent.


    Peter rubbed his hands. "Fine. I''ll call security guards to get rid of him. He’s such a jerk."


    Peter turned and went out. Then Marshall leaned back and heaved a sigh of relief.


    Nobody could threaten him.


    Except for a girl who had threatened him yesterday. It was Katherine.


    But he had no choice. It was his fault.


    He could not me her.


    But nobody else could do so.


    No way.


    Peter was agile. He came back soon and said that it was all done.


    Marshall was busy all afternoon.


    Khalid came and asked him if he wouldn''t go home at night.


    Marshall remembered what Mrs. Grant said on the phone, "I’ll go back. I want to take something away."


    Khalid nodded. "You don''t have to worry about your mother. She was childish and will be fine in a few


    days."


    Marshall looked up at Khalid. "Dad, you really love mom."


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    Khalid froze and then smiled. He was a gentleman who liked smiling.


    He said in slight embarrassment, "Your mother is kind. She’s just a little naive. Everyone has


    shorings. The couple should be tolerant of each other."


    Marshall looked down and only nodded silently.


    Khalid went out. Marshall curled his lips and thought about his father''s remarks.


    Mutual tolerance was quite difficult.


    However, Katherine and he were not lovers, so it was not tolerance. They just endured each other.


    He was different from his father in character.


    He could not do so like Khalid.