Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1413 A Name That Cannot Be Mentioned

Hearing the door open, his grandfather turned to look at him. His gaze swept over Marcellus, and he calmly said,

"You're becoming more and more impolite. Don't you know how to knock when entering?"

Marcellus smirked sarcastically, "No. I'm just following your example."

Since his grandfather silently came to the office to investigate his situation, why would he bother knocking at the

door?

Respect should go both ways, but Marcellus couldn't see any respect from his grandfather, only endless oppression

and commands.

When he was in his twenties, he could tolerate it, but as he grew older, he felt more resistant to this pressure.

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Sir. Perkins and Marcellus sat on the sofa, facing each other, and neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the

office became icy, and even the bodyguards behind them felt like they were being crushed, bearing an immense

weight on their shoulders.

This kind of environment and family relationship was not something an ordinary person could endure.

Perhaps sensing this, Marcellus instructed his subordinates, "You all can leave. It's just the two of us here. It's the

same whether you're outside or inside."

Hearing this, Sir. Perkins nodded, and the bodyguards followed him out of the room.

After the bodyguards left, only the two of them remained in the large room. Sir. Perkins picked up the teacup on the

table and took a sip before speaking slowly, "You've been very busy lately, too busy even to take care of business."

Marcellus speculated that his grandfather had come today due to work-related matters.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, "I am indeed quite busy, but it seems, Grandfather, you are at

leisure, especially making a trip for such a trivial matter. Not your usual style."

Sir. Perkins coldly snorted, detecting the displeasure and sarcasm in Marcellus's words, but he didn't bother to say

anything in response. Instead, he questioned Marcellus based on his own curiosity, "What have you been busy with

lately? Tell me, let me understand your recent situation."

Marcellus thought of Beryl, and his expression became serious. Regardless, he wouldn't let his grandfather know

about Beryl's existence. He didn't want his grandfather to hear anything about Beryl from him.

If his world was gray to Beryl, then the environment and values shaped by Sir. Perkins, throughout his life, was pitch

black to her.

So even just mentioning Beryl would make him feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

"I haven't been busy with anything important. I'm not in a great mood recently, just playing around casually."

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Hearing his words, Sir. Perkins's eyes flickered, but he didn't expose him. He just reminded him clearly, "Marcellus,

you are different from your father. You're a man who takes responsibility for his actions. You've been doing that for

the past decade or so, and I hope you continue to do so in the future."

When his father was mentioned, the last trace of a cold smile vanished from Marcellus's face. His lips seemed to

carry a thousand-pound weight, unable to utter even a play-acted performance.

"I told you not to mention my father," Marcellus spoke again, his voice now laced with a chilling air.

Sir. Perkins also turned serious as if about to say something, "I know you..."

"Don't mention it." Before he could finish, Marcellus interrupted him again and looked at him with sharp eyes. "I've

told you."

Those pitch-black pupils seemed like dark mechanical hearts, capable of drawing anyone closer and grinding them

into a pulpy mess. Sir. Perkins had seen all sorts of people in his life, yet he remained silent in the face of such an

expression.