That being said, Marcus Marsh just couldn't wrap his head around it. Who could possibly have the guts to pull something on his home turf and get away clean?
The more Marcus Marsh thought about it, the more agitated he grew. Finally, he decided to put it out of his mind and slammed a hand on the table. "To hell with this for now! After we deal with Damien Valerius, I'll investigate this slowly!" As he spoke, Marcus Marsh shot a warning glare at the executives seated around the table. "When that brat Damien Valerius gets here, you all better be sharp. You hear me?"
The executives nodded profusely. "Don't worry, Mr. Marsh. We will absolutely support you. We'll follow your lead."
"That's right! That Damien Valerius is just the son of a maid. The Old Master can't even stand him!"
Just as the people in the private room were talking, the door opened.
