Thinking that she had somehow offended this irritable big boss, she tried to keep a distance from him. But suddenly, her chin was brutally lifted up, the fingers pinching her felt as firm as steel bars, making her tear up.
However, the pain could no longer seize her attention. What shocked her more was that Marcellus... had kissed her?
Countless celebrities and socialites had their eyes on this most eligible bachelor. Despite being in his early thirties, not as young as a twenty-something lad, his face was exceedingly perfect. Youthful and deep-set, every feature of his face seemed to be carved out meticulously, no less than the young hunks on TV.
Especially with his mature demeanor devoid of youthful immaturity, he exuded a particularly captivating charm. He was composed but not boring, like a walking hormone that could trap anyone with just a glance.
Such a man was never short of women around him - up-and-coming actresses, wealthy socialites - there was always a line, but no one could make this man settle down and marry.
Not being married meant there was still a chance.
As a woman who frequents bars, being good-looking was not a merit. There were too many beautiful women, yet Marcellus had kissed her proactively.
A woman's heart raced uncontrollably, and she almost immediately opened her mouth, ready to welcome his deeper invasion. But as her tongue was about to reach out, the man suddenly let go of her.
He gently pulled away after the brief contact. The woman was slightly stunned, "Mr. Perkins…"
"Have a drink," Marcellus handed her a glass. His hair hung over his forehead, concealing his furrowed brows. Outsiders wouldn't notice his gloom and displeasure.
Beryl witnessed the entire interaction. She had seen the women around Marcellus before; she had been working at Red Cauldron for a month, and he was entertaining almost every day.
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