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Chapter 1412 Sir. Perkins Came
At this moment, sitting in his private car, Marcellus looked at the message that came back, and his smile almost
reached his ears.
Thinking about today's arrangements, he couldn't help but feel proud. He knew that such thoughtful and
considerate behavior would surely be appreciated by the elders.
The driver noticed his boss's strange behavior throughout the day. He was visibly nervous before the meal, even
asking mundane questions like whether his tie looked good nearly ten times. But now, he seemed unusually
cheerful.
No, it wasn't just cheerful; it was like he was overjoyed.
"Mr. Perkins, is there something that's making you happy today?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarcellus rarely responded, "Yes, indeed."
Seeing his boss's eager expression, the driver cleverly continued, "Is it related to Miss. Juliet?"
"Yes." Marcellus nodded, explaining, "I invited her mother to have lunch together today, and the atmosphere was
very pleasant. Afterward, she praised me a lot."
The driver was a bit surprised. He knew that Marcellus treated Beryl differently. He didn't expect it to progress so
quickly to meet her family.
He quickly praised, "Mr. Perkins, as an outstanding entrepreneur like you, the other party will surely be impressed."
Marcellus was in a good mood, so he was pleased with everything. "Exactly. You drove well today, and despite the
traffic, we didn't arrive late. I'll double your bonus this month."
The driver was delighted and thanked him, "Thank you, Mr. Perkins."
Marcellus waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's go back to the company."
Recently, after confirming his relationship with Beryl, his focus was not on work. As a result, one of the projects was
delayed. Now, while she was in the hospital and they couldn't meet, he took the opportunity to handle it.
When the car arrived at the Red Cauldron underground garage, Marcellus opened the car door and immediately
noticed the black modified Rolls-Royce parked next to it, which could be easily recognized as belonging to his
grandfather.
Sir. Perkins came?
His grandfather rarely visited the Red Cauldron, maybe not even once a year. Why did he suddenly come today?
Marcellus's good mood was somewhat dampened. His relationship with his family was not harmonious, and they
only met when necessary, often leading to arguments.
Seeing his grandfather's car parked there, he couldn't help feeling impatient.
"Why didn't anyone inform me of his arrival?" Marcellus scolded his assistant nearby, "You are so good at talking
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmusually, but now you play dumb?"
Actually, he understood that it must be that Sir. Perkins suddenly came and didn't allow anyone to inform him.
Despite this understanding, there was still anger in his heart.
Clearly, the assistant also grasped this situation and chose not to argue back despite being scolded a couple of
times.
This tiger was angry, and approaching him at this moment was like courting death. He didn't want to risk losing his
job over a few words.
Marcellus's calm and gentle demeanor from earlier vanished in an instant, replaced by his usual aloof and cold
appearance. He walked into the elevator with large strides, leaving the assistant trailing behind.
As he arrived at the office door, without any hesitation, he pushed it open. Sir. Perkins was sitting on the sofa,
drinking tea. He wore a black suit without any logos, but it was undoubtedly all custom-made by top designers. His
slightly graying hair was neatly combed back, and even though he was over sixty years old, he appeared
remarkably energetic.
The sharpness in his eyes commanded respect, and his aura was stronger than that of the younger generation.
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