Chapter 54

Chapter: 54

“Ow! I'm... I’m really sorry!”

Marcus ground his foot on the man’s hand for a while before asking, “Which room?”

“Huh? What are you... Oh... They’re in Room Three.”

Once he got an answer, Marcus kicked the man hard enough to send him flying two meters away from him. The man clutched

his bloody hand and wailed like a pig being butchered.

Seeing the mad Marcus, Mylo and Delmor chose to remain silent.

Marcus’ eyes flashed murderously. What had Millie done? With a click of his tongue, he walked out of the room.

Both Mylo and Delmor hurried to follow him.

Soon, they arrived in Room Three.

Marcus kicked the door open, and it crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

“Shit!”

Grace dragged Millie away just in time to prevent the door from landing on them.

Marcus’ eyes sharpened. He stepped on the fallen door as he entered the room.

The room reeked of alcohol and vomit, an odor that was enough to make anyone queasy. The creases in Marcus’ brow

deepened. He cast a cursory glance around the room. The men inside were now lowering their heads.

“Who's looking for me?”

As he stood in the doorway, Marcus looked like a domineering emperor.

He turned his head to the side and spotted two women huddled in the corner; one of them was Millie.

His eyes were like knives. Millie immediately averted her gaze. Marcus was looking at her like he wanted to slice her in two.

“Mr. Thomas.” When he realized what an idiotic thing he had done, the drunk man hurried back to Room Three. Marcus was the

most powerful man in Preagend. He was someone they could not mess with.

Then, he caught sight of Millie, and he could not contain his disgust when her hideous face crossed his mind. Immediately, bile

rose in his throat, and a violent retching noise escaped his throat. As he clutched his stomach, he could not help but snark.

“Mr. Thomas, your wife looks hideous. How can you live with her? Just looking at her makes us feel sick to our stomachs, but

you spend each day with her. How can you stand to look at her?”

Another man chimed in, “Yeah, your tolerance for unsightly things is admirable.”

Upon hearing that, Marcus’ brows knitted together.