Trouble in Paradise

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Marcus's expression changed rapidly. As more blood flower he grew increasingly worried.

He became anxious. Not only was he concerned about Pete, but he knew he could not face Nicholas if anything happened here

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If Nicholas found out that someone he cared about had been driven to the state by Marcus, it could damage the relationship between their families

He had only meant to scare me a little, but I refused to back down. So, it left him in a difficult position. But if he just let me walk away now, where would that leave his pride?

"Don't try to scare me with this trick. I've seen plenty of women cry, throw tantrums, and threaten suicide. You don't need to threaten me like this. You're not with Nicholas anymore, and you don't have family around.

"I understand you want to find someone to rely on quickly, but my brother is absolutely off-limits. Tell me, how much money do you want?"

"Looks like you won't let me leave unless I name a price," I said, blinking with feigned interest. "How much are you willing to give me?"

Marcus could not help but mock me, "Since you're naming a price, I know you need money. If you had been this sensible earlier, things wouldn't have come to this given the connection between our families." When my parents were alive, I might have dared to claim our families were old friends. But looking at the man now who used to be like an older brother to me, I would not presume any such a connection anymore. "Come closer. I'll only tell you."

Marcus hesitated briefly but wanted to end this quickly. He walked over and leaned in close to me. "Speak."

"I want "Pretending to talk to him, I suddenly shoved the bottle into his hand. I then used his grip to slash my own neck. "I want you to die with met

"Shit!" Marcus reacted quickly and threw the bottle away. His finger shook as he pointed at me "Are you out of your mind? You're fucking crazy"

If I was crazy, it was because he drove the to it. I could not thin way to get out of this unscathed. I could not risk anything whil from home. One wrong move could be disastrous,

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I was scared too. I was afraid he might react too slowly and that he might actually follow through and plunge the bottle into my neck. But i was betting on who was more ruthless!

I had to use this method to show him that he either had to kill me or never try to interfere with Pete and me again. I needed to eliminate any future. threats!

Perhaps it was the sound of the bottle hitting the floor or that Marcus' shout was too loud, but the director, who had been waiting outside, rushed in without hesitation.

He was dumbfounded the moment

he opened the door. The two men were cowering in a corner like quails. Shaking with anger, Marcus stood in the middle, while my neck was covered in blood.

But he clearly misunderstood the situation. "Mr. Marcus, what... Good things. take time, there will be plenty

of opportunities in the future. Wen

don't need to rush, right? Even friendship needs time to develop.

“It's getting late, so you should head back. Ms. Jones and I will treat you to dinner another day. For now, let me take Ms. Jones to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he came over to support me and was ready to lead me out. However, I shook off his hand and stood up. I looked coldly at Marcus.

"If you make my life difficult, I won't let you off easy either. You can keep. coming after me. I'll be ready anytime!"

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