Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1413

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.

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.

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.