Chapter 53

Chapter: 53

We want to get even with him.”

The drunk man got to his feet. His words slurred as he said, “Uh, yeah, sure.” With that, he staggered out of the room.

Currently, Marcus was in Room One.

A few minutes after Millie left, everyone scattered from the card table and entered the lounge area.

Marcus loosened the top two buttons of his shirt as he settled on a white sofa made of fine leather. He furrowed his brow as he

rested his elbow on the armrest and glanced at his bandaged wound.

A flash of discomfort crossed Mylo’s face when he also glanced at the bandage on Marcus’ arm. The man’s strength and

viciousness made him a formidable opponent in a fight, but he lost earlier when the woman bit him. The sight of it was tragically

comical.

“Marcus, is your wife a dog or something? What's she like at home? Does she bite people there, too?” Mylo asked curiously.

Marcus glanced at him but did not respond.

Mylo touched the bridge of his nose, pretending he had not said anything.

After a while, they heard a commotion coming from outside the room, and a waiter ushered in a wobbling man.

“Sir, this person insists on seeing you. He said he had something important to discuss with you.”

Marcus stared at the red-faced man.

“Speak.”

The man’s eyes darted about, and he nearly lost his footing when he pointed at Marcus.

“Marcus, your wife is so ugly that she made us all throw up. You need to pay for what happened.”

Mylo’s and Delmor’s eyes widened. The man had just addressed Marcus by his first name.

Then, he went and called his wife ugly. Oh, the drunk man was deep in trouble.

“Marcus...” When Marcus did not answer, the man opened his mouth to continue and staggered toward him. However, before he

could, Marcus suddenly kicked him, knocking him to the floor.

The pain caused him to instantly sober up. Only then did he realize who was standing in front of him. Immediately, he got down

on his knees to beg for forgiveness.

“Mr... Mr. Thomas... I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

Marcus loomed over the man and stepped hard on his hand.

“Was this the hand you used to point at me?”