Chapter 227

“You're worried, are you? Yet, your threats to annihilate my family concern me. If any harm comes to my people, well, you know

what will befall your son,” Marcus retorted frostily.

“| won't lay a finger on your family; just return my son!”

Bjorn hollered at the back of the departing Marcus.

“What should we do, Boss? He has my son, my only offspring. He mustn’t be harmed in any way,” Bjorn lamented, hammering

his fist on the table.

“| was indeed a fool. | should never have uttered such harsh words to provoke him. | underestimated Marcus.”

Leon's brow furrowed. The swift actions of Marcus were beyond his anticipation; in a single strike, Marcus held Bjorn’s lifeline in

his hands.

“Stay calm. As long as you don’t harm his people, your son will be unharmed,” Leon assured.

Outside the private dining room, Marcus made his way straight for the elevator, with Derek trailing close behind.

“Bjorn cherishes his son above all. Holding his son, we've essentially leashed him,”

Derek commented.

As they neared the elevator, they heard the hurried patter of footsteps from the nearby stairwell. Marcus pricked up his ears and

hastened towards the entrance of the stairs, spotting Millie scampering down.

“Millie!” Marcus called out.

Millie spun around swiftly and was relieved to see it was Marcus. She clutched her chest and exhaled deeply.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack! | thought that tattooed lout was after me.”

“If you were that terrified, why provoke him? Aren’t you afraid of repercussions?”

Millie’s petite nose twitched as she sniffed. “But he called me a pig, repeatedly. | simply couldn’t take it anymore. Would you have

tolerated such insults?”

Suddenly, Marcus found the situation rather amusing but refrained from laughing in Millie's presence.

“Come upstairs,” Marcus said, suppressing his amusement as he gazed down at her from his elevated position.

“What for?” Millie inquired, looking up at him with a questioning gaze.

“We're going to dine.”

In an unexpected gesture, Marcus extended an invitation to Millie fora shared meal.

She poised her delicate lips in a thoughtful pursing, puzzled over the inexplicable kindness Marcus seemed to exhibit. Yet the

possibility of accepting the invitation was nonexistent.