What kind of mood was that?
It was like a flower that he wanted to pick. Every time he wanted to pick it, he would hesitate and feel sorry for it. But at the critical moment, it was picked by other people under his nose.
How could Marcellus not be angry?
Not only was he angry, but he was also angry. He wished he could skin them alive and pull out their tendons.
His expression was so ugly that anyone in the private room could tell, especially when he walked towards Beryl and pulled her into his arms.
The two men's faces turned pale with regret.
"Who did it?" Her tone was cold, and her tone was questioning.
Neither of them dared to stand up. Marcellus was used to being cowards who did not dare to take responsibility for what they had done. "No one said, right? Well, then, I'll take both of you away and interrogate you one by one. It's not over yet."
After hearing this, the others, who had been determined to help their friends keep it a secret, began to waver. After all, this was not someone else. This was Marcellus. What he said was definitely not a threat. If he could say so, he could do it.
If they were really taken away, something terrible might happen.
So, after the first one couldn't help but say their names, the rest of the people said their names one after another.
The truth was revealed. Marcellus looked at one of them, stretched out his long arms, and wrapped them around Beryl. After protecting her, he asked, "It's you?"
It was just two simple words, but it made the man's heart skip a beat. He immediately felt weak and couldn't stand still. "Mr. Perkins, I didn't know she was your woman. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do that."
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