Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1387 Kowtow and Apologize to Her

"Beryl?" Marcellus found her in a daze, his heart aching unbearably. All the anger he had before was gone, replaced

with regret for not coming earlier.

"No, I bit his hand," Her voice was barely audible, not daring to look up at Zane standing outside.

The sight of his face was enough to knot her stomach with discomfort.

"Honey, stay here for a while. I'll get you out of here soon, okay?"

Beryl nodded, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. She closed her eyes, and two shimmering teardrops fell.

In just a few minutes, her eyes had swollen so much they were barely recognizable.

Marcellus stood up and firmly closed the door to the compartment. Zane watched as he comforted Beryl, his heart

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racing with fear.

Marcellus had seemed disgusted by her in the private room earlier. Now, however...

Apparently, Marcellus wasn't going to give him the chance to figure it out. He stepped over, casually rolling up his

sleeves. "Did you lay a finger on her?"

"No, no! Mr. Perkins, I didn't know she was your woman. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared...!"

Before he could finish, Marcellus landed a harsh kick in his stomach. As a former martial arts champion, he had

more than enough strength to handle a feeble man who spent most of his time in the nightlife scene.

Zane was kicked to the floor, the pain in what felt like his pancreas splitting him open.

"Mr. Perkins, I really didn't do anything..."

"If you didn't do anything, why would she be crying?" Marcellus sneered. The sight of her huddled and trembling

made him wish he could just shoot this waste of space, "I haven't been this angry in years."

His casual remark sent a chill down Zane's spine. He had a sinking feeling he might not be able to walk out of the

restroom tonight.

He never expected Marcellus to care so much about Beryl. Someone who could provoke him this much must be

more than just a girlfriend. As he considered this possibility, Zane's face turned pale, and he began begging for

mercy.

"Mr. Perkins, please forgive me. I was wrong. I will kneel and kowtow to her in apology..."

"You're too noisy," With that, Marcellus lifted his foot and harshly kicked him in the mouth.

Instantly, all noise was silenced. As the sole of his shoe pressed down, Zane could hardly believe the pain came

from his own mouth.

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But that was not enough for Marcellus. He ground his foot harder, and Zane could feel his lip split open beneath the

shoe, feeling the shoe on his teeth.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Lying on the ground, Zane saw Marcellus towering above him, inspiring

a profound sense of fear.

Marcellus bent down and lifted him by the collar, effortlessly holding him off the ground.

He tried to say something, but his words were muffled by the pain in his mouth. The next moment, Marcellus' iron-

hard fist swung toward him.

"Bang!"

The punch landed on his nose like a hot iron. The pain was too mild a word to describe what he was going through.

For a moment, Zane thought he was going to die.

Marcellus treated him like a human punching bag, landing blow after blow with unwavering strength.