Chapter 210

Marcus raised an eyebrow. He suspected the people behind the Dayen Group were more than they appeared.

“Yes. Look into their background.”

“Understood.”

As Derek turned to leave, Marcus halted him.

“Wait!”

“What can | assist you with, Mr. Thomas?”

Marcus drummed his fingers on the polished table, an insidious smile playing on his lips. “Has my appearance worsened in

recent years?”

Caught off guard, Derek eyed Marcus. His every move had women swooning over him. If he was unattractive, then there were

no handsome men left in the world.

However, Derek wasn’t foolish. He understood Marcus’ underlying question.

Marcus couldn’t comprehend why Millie seemed so indifferent to him.

“Mr. Thomas, you’re quite the charmer. You're far from unattractive. | believe that Mrs. Thomas is...”

“Proceed.”

“she is quite unique, different from other women.”

Marcus chuckled dryly.

“Unique? So unique that she agreed to marry me even after knowing | was supposedly crippled?”

Derek had no response.

Asymphony of disturbances at the door announced Bruce’s arrival. He swaggered in and, with a display of theatrics, tossed a

transcript of the recent meeting onto

Marcus’ uncluttered desk.

“Here lies the essence of our discussion,” he declared. “Examine it.”

Marcus perused the document fleetingly before casting it aside, his silence as vast as an untouched desert.

“why no commendation? This is the fruit of my meticulous labor,” Bruce protested.

“The scribbles masquerading as words repel my eyes,” Marcus retorted with discerning eyes.